Sabrina Carpenter - Fast Times

Sun's up too soon like daylight savings Mixed emotions are congregating Picturing us in all these places Ahead of myself's an understatement Sky looks so purple, I can taste it Couple days in, I call you, "Baby" Three stories up here contemplating But what the fuck is patience? These are fast times and fast nights, yeah No time for rewrites, we couldn't help it Outlines on bed sides, yeah Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it Fast times and fast nights, yeah Closed eyes and closed blinds, we couldn't help it Outlines on bed sides, yeah Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it My feelings used to be serrated But you speak in such a perfect cadence Tiptoeing past so many stages But what the fuck is patience? These are fast times and fast nights, yeah No time for rewrites, we couldn't help it Outlines on bed sides, yeah Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it Fast times and fast nights, yeah Closed eyes and closed blinds, we couldn't help it Outlines on bed sides, yeah Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it These, these are These are the fast times These, these are These are the Fast times and fast nights, yeah No time for rewrites, we couldn't help it Outlines on bed sides, yeah Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it Fast times and fast nights, yeah Closed eyes and closed blinds, we couldn't help it Outlines on bed sides, yeah Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it