Lyrics
These myopic words I rewrote again to say
Tangoed with the urge of begging you to stay
Something deep in me knew you had to slide away
I was a dollar short and a thousand days too late
Champagne Mornings at 80 degrees
You knew that So Cal was never meant for me
Would it matter if I told you I'm still hung up on you?
Would it matter if I told you when you're with somebody new?
I hope to hell all of this passes
Let the future heal old wounds
I swear it's time to let it go, go for good
These nostalgic thoughts dishearteningly worn
Like an old wool coat in a numbing winter storm
I'll be your dull end knife, your tired metaphor
I was a day too late and every dollar short
Midnight Crown Royals, pacific breeze
I knew that So Cal was never meant for me
Would it matter if I told you I'm still hung up on you?
Would it matter if I told you when you're with somebody new?
I hope to hell all of this passes
Let the future heal old wounds
I swear it's time to let it go, go for good
A champagne morning at 80 degrees
Midnight Crown Royals, Pacific Breeze
I know that you were never meant for me
I won't let this song remind me anymore
Would it matter if I told you I'm still hung up on you?
Would it matter if I told you when you're with somebody new?
I hope to hell all of this passes
Let the future heal old wounds
I swear it's time to let it go, go for good