Killing Time with You

Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Don't believe it, but it's true.
Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Killing time right next to you.

It was 5pm when we ordered a beer
humble happy hour
and the path was clear

8pm then rolled around
the deals ran out
now it's time to bounce.

It was 10pm when you gave me a sign
take you to the dance floor
you'd be mine oh mine.

12pm we had a long drunk talk
diggin real deep
because we couldn't walk

At 1am I said I loved you
At 1:01 you said you loved me too
At 1:04 I threw up on the floor
and by 1:15 we started drinking more.

and my phone says that at 2am
Our wild ride finally met it's end
stumbled out and called a cab
and we didn't even close our tab

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Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Don't believe it, but it's true.
Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Killing time right next to you.

It was 9am when I felt a kiss
my favorite furry friend
had to take a piss

10am I was in the bowl
wishing last night
wouldn't take it's toll

It was 11am when you took my place
Neither of us ever
learned the meaning of pace

but at noon I said I loved you
you mumbled out a soft love you too
at 12:03 we hammocked in the tree
and I realized there's no where I'd rather be.

Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Don't believe it, but it's true.
Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Killing time right next to you

This is the best day of my life and I'm hungover
but I'm hungover in this hammock with you.

Midnight Conversations

When will I tire
of these fake conversations,
that spin round in my head for an unfortold duration

I'm a patient of my patience
and I'm feeling kinda sore,
But these words keep dragging on
and they leave me wanting more.

When will I say
that I've had just bout enough?
That I'm feeling kinda rough
about all that unsaid stuff.

If you were sitting right here,
under the influence of a beer
I'd tell you how I fell,
but now I'm failing just to tell:

How good it was
How good it'd be
Where we would go
and what we'd see.

When will I tire
Of these fake conversations
That spin round in my head for an unfortold duration

It's a fight near every night.

And I'm feel pretty sick
But the mind knows what it wants
And these thoughts are getting thick.

When will I say
that our time was not yet through?
We had so much more do
where it'd be just me and you.

If you were sitting right here,
I'd tell you with a tear
that I wont just let you go
that I wanted you to know:

How good it was
How good it'd be
Where we would go
and what we'd see.

It's just a midnight conversation
that I'm having in my head
lying sleepless in my bed

thinking what I would have said.

It's just a sleepless night's frustration
as I don't pick up the phone
and I don't drive to your home
and I leave you all alone.

Now I'm begging for salvation
that my mind will just move on
stop feeling like a pawn
sacrificed and then it's gone.

Its just a midnight conversation
In this sleepless night's frustration
Left me begging for salvation
As I'm thinking all about:

How good it was
How good it'd be
How the sun and the moon and this whole wide world

were rooting for you and me.

How good it'd be.

How great it'd be.