Hayden - My Parent's House Lyrics
Time, time when you stayed overstayed in bed for evermail piled at the doorTime, we lost track of the hourspizza boxes towerthe floor beside the bedWhistling...(same chord pattern as above)Time, my body's sore from somethingit surely wasn't walkingour friends thought we were dead.And I can't recreate those times we used to haveWithout you they'll be badLets meet next month at my parents house they'll beAway like they were thenA way like we were thenWhistling...(same pattern as below)Time, you'll have met someone newsomeone who likes younot like I liked youTime, you ask him if he'll mindof course he'll surely mindso just leave him for meWill you meet me and we'll try to set things rightI want things to be rightAnd I bet we'll stay in bed for days and never leaveAnd never want to leaveAnd never have to leave.