Slow Rushin

Friday night feeling slow and smeared Girl caught parked car just what I feared Stupid face I could tell it was near Walk away confused didn't see a tear I've been thinking bout days in the past We tried to catch it but it just moved too fast Every quip flies over your head, but I'm moving too slow That's just what you said Feels like every night's the last These kind of things were never meant to last Feels like every night's the last These kinds of things were never meant to move too fast Scattered eyes always indirect Tired eyes hypnotized by your teenage sect Everyday falls into the next Weekend rituals resurrect feelings our sober minds reject Feels like every night's the last These kinds of things were never meant to last Feels like every night's the last These kinds of things were never meant to move too fast Feels like every night's the last These kinds of things were never meant to last Feels like every night's the last These kinds of things were never meant to move too fast