Fast Times

Sun's up too soon like daylight savings

Mixed emotions are congregating

Picturing 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 contemplating

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 bedsides, 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 bedsides, 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?

These are

Fast times and fast nights, yeah

No time for rewrites, we couldn't help it

Outlines on bedsides, 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 bedsides, yeah

Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it

These

These are

These are the fast times

These

These are

These are the—

Fast times and fast nights, yeah

No time for rewrites, we couldn't help it

Outlines on bedsides, 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 bedsides, yeah

Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it