Sun's up too soon like daylight savings Mixed emotions are congregating
Picturin' us in all these places Ahead of myself's an understatement
Sky looks so purple, I can taste it Couple days in, I call you "baby"
Three stories up here contemplatin' But what the fuck is patience?
* These are fast times and fast nights, yeah No time for rewrites, we couldn't help it
Outlines on bed sides, yeah Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it
Fast times and fast nights, yeah Closed eyes and closed blinds, we couldn't help it
Outlines on bed sides, yeah Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it
My feelings used to be serrated But you speak in such a perfect cadence
Tiptoeing past so many stages But what the fuck is patience?
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These, these are These are the fast times
These, these are These are the
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