Lyrics: Mark Ambor
Music: Mark Ambor
There's a how-to guide on everything in this life
But they're always rewriting the pages
And it's hard to keep up, but I'm a little bit drunk
And it's all making sense to me now
There's no point picking fights
We're both wrong, we're both right
Let's stop talking 'bout love and just make it
Leaning in for a kiss, gotta make every one of 'em count
These are the days that we'll soon say got away
Someone tell them they should stay here for a while
Oh, what a crime to let good things pass you by
And then wait until they're gone to realize
Got a beat in my chest and a head that won't rest
'Cause there's always something more to be doing
From the thrills to the crashes, deadlines to distractions
I swear they're all coming for me
But I'm alright when I lose focus
When you look at me so gorgeous
You and I are as young as we'll ever be
These are the days that we'll soon say got away
Someone tell them they should stay here for a while
Oh, what a crime to let good things pass you by
And then wait until they're gone to realize
I'm a wreck, I'm alive
Oh, I'll fall until I fly
Take my hand
Take a ride
Down these New York streets
Till the lights go out tonight
These are the days that we'll soon say got away
Someone tell them they should stay here for a while
Oh, what a crime to let good things pass you by
And then wait until they're gone
And then wait until they're gone
Don't wait until they're gone to realize