[00:00.00] 作曲 : Tyler Ward
[00:16.44]Middle of the summer where the sun sets red
[00:23.39]I'm getting used to these bloodshot eyes and cigarettes
[00:31.46]But will I ever get the words you said out of my head
[00:39.73]It's like my whole world been a mess since you left
[00:47.15]Put down an empty glass over our kodak
[00:51.84]Spinning records that you gave me from way back
[00:55.71]And this whole scene's been on repeat
[00:59.66]It's the perfect definition of insanity
[01:04.47]Mama always told me
[01:05.62]There be days like this
[01:08.18]Weeks like this
[01:09.66]Where I miss your kisses
[01:11.80]But no one ever told me
[01:13.71]There be months like this
[01:15.59]Years like this
[01:17.73]Where I miss your kisses
[01:23.67]So packed up all your things into that blue suitcase
[01:31.57]But still hoping that your going was a joke, April fools day
[01:39.39]See I don't understand how people just move on
[01:46.86]So I left your robe and your raincoat in the closet by the phone
[01:55.50]Till you come back home
[01:55.55]Put down an empty glass over our kodak
[01:59.42]Spinning records that you gave me from way back
[02:03.37]And this whole scene's been on repeat
[02:07.50]It's the perfect definition of insanity
[02:12.15]Mama always told me
[02:13.45]There be days like this
[02:16.14]Weeks like this
[02:17.76]Where I miss your kisses
[02:19.69]But no one ever told me
[02:21.69]There be months like this
[02:23.75]Years like this
[02:33.76]Heya, I miss your kisses
[02:41.86]Heya, I miss your kisses

作曲 : Tyler Ward
Middle of the summer where the sun sets red
I'm getting used to these bloodshot eyes and cigarettes
But will I ever get the words you said out of my head
It's like my whole world been a mess since you left
Put down an empty glass over our kodak
Spinning records that you gave me from way back
And this whole scene's been on repeat
It's the perfect definition of insanity
Mama always told me
There be days like this
Weeks like this
Where I miss your kisses
But no one ever told me
There be months like this
Years like this
Where I miss your kisses
So packed up all your things into that blue suitcase
But still hoping that your going was a joke, April fools day
See I don't understand how people just move on
So I left your robe and your raincoat in the closet by the phone
Till you come back home
Put down an empty glass over our kodak
Spinning records that you gave me from way back
And this whole scene's been on repeat
It's the perfect definition of insanity
Mama always told me
There be days like this
Weeks like this
Where I miss your kisses
But no one ever told me
There be months like this
Years like this
Heya, I miss your kisses
Heya, I miss your kisses