I was home and all alone,
Laid and thought about the days we spent recalling all our pain,
Front porch talking about when we work again,
And how we wish we could spend those hours wasted on the floor on each other,
But I know you don't have the time,
I'm a teenage love at best,
Bound to wash up in your dreams,
I'm just too much of a mess,
Keep me wrapped up in your thoughts,
I hope I pass the time,
But you just kept moving way too fast,
Just wish that I could hit rewind.