Lift the top, it’s got a few more miles
Let it sit and smoke
Tie a ring of string on your finger to remind
that it’s still broke
This time it’s not a joke
Then fall asleep and dream of a time
we're just kids in a room
In a permanent state of bliss no need to worry
Good news is coming soon
There's no impending doom
Every time feels like the first time
Bad bad memory
Every line sounds like the first line
Bad bad bad memory
20 0 9, I was in a different life
Studying the words people say
Their good lessons, repeating confessions
They must have slipped away
Cuz I keep making their mistakes
Oooh, my love
Oooh, my love
Don’t go, don’t go, it don’t, don’t go away
