When it's pitch black and blue outside
I can't help but to think
I can't help to think
About that one time
And the other time
And the next and the next and the next
Where all we used to do was stay up and text
And wish that we were breathing down each other's necks
With the brutal honestly and all the questions honey
What was so wrong about that?

When the sky is turning light and the sun's coming up outside
I can't help but to wonder
I can't help to wonder
About that one time
And the other time
And another and another and another
Where I would wake up and remember
How your smile broke through the night
And we'd fight and we'd fight and we'd fight
And then we'd go to bed mad and wake up just a little sad
What was so wrong about that?

When it's hot outside but I'm cold inside
I can't help but to remember
I can't help to remember
All the pretty butterflies
All the pretty blue lies
And all I felt that time and the other time and the last time
Where I'd fall asleep with your voice in my mind
And where I woke up expecting to be crying
After all the dreams I had of you
Of how you would kiss me out of the blue
And how that would never be
There'd never be a you and me
What was so wrong about that?