One night 1989 we stole away
And took a midnight stroll
Cause our rooms are littered with empty beers
Half a bottle of Jim Bean and last week's pizza
I'd like to find some meaning in what's happened
I think it might be time
To put it all in a book of riddles
It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time
Time for sitting on the floor of my shower
Time for listening to bands that we both love
It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time
Time for broken memories to drip away
Time for cigarette smoke to curl up my nose
And we both know I won't be here much longer
Let's wrap it up and put it on a CD
It seems a little redundant
Snapchats and texts with the same person
I guess we can go get your brother
But I'll put on some punk rock
To down out these lies along with the truths
I have to get home on time
It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time
Time for sitting on the floor of my shower
Time for listening to bands that we both love
It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time
Time for broken memories to drip away
Time for cigarette smoke to curl up my nose
And we both know I won't be here much longer
Let's wrap it up and put it on a CD
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