Texty

(Days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days) I grew up and I'm bitter A zero out of three no Thought that I'd be quicker But I'm heading the week for sure Said that you'd be waiting And now it's been too long Been too long I wish that we could turn back time Back to all of those nights When I knew that you were mine I miss when we were teenage girls in our tomboy t-shirts When life was good in the worn out sneakers When we were fine about the complications Those were the days in the tomboy-shirts (The days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days) I never said I was ready Ready for what comes ahead You said that you were with me I wonder how we did forget Somethings were forever And now it's been too long Been too long I wish that we could turn back time Back to all of those nights When I knew that you were mine I miss when we were teenage girls in our tomboy t-shirts When life was good in the worn out sneakers When we were fine about the complications Those were the days in the tomboy-shirts (Days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days) Dirt on my jeans And single old snapback Floating through the street lights Holding your hand tight Dirt on my jeans And single old snapback Floating through the street lights I wish that we could turn back time Back to all of those nights When I knew that you were mine I miss when we were teenage girls in our tomboy t-shirts When life was good in the worn out sneakers When we were fine about the complications (ooh) Those were the days in the tomboy-shirts (Days, the days, the days, the days, the days, the days) In the tomboy-shirts Oh, ooh In the tomboy-shirts
Writer(s): Myra Granberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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