Good Times

I feel like a preacher on Sunday
Leading you right to my arms
But when I wake up early on Monday
It's like you caught a glimpse of me and got lost
I'm losing sleep walking sideways
Cause you're nowhere near to be found
Just counting the hours till Friday
Maybe then you'll show face come back around

If only we could rewind the good times
I wouldn't rush out the door the
Longest goodbyes
I'd stay a little longer wouldn't talk about myself
Let the suitcase pack it self
I miss the good times

Might as well as extend don't plan on leaving
One plus one we could call it even
You're worth more than 100 reasons
It's too late
It's too late
Was in my head wasn't looking at you
Now I tell tales how I used to have you
Funny how pride always seems to get you
Nothing great
It's too late

Honey I didn't mean to
Scare you off or make you second guess
Honey I, I'm still learning how to be a man I'm doing my best
Honey if I'm being honest I've been feeling like a mess
Yeah the situation got me stressed

If only we could rewind the good times
I wouldn't rush out the door the
Longest goodbyes
I'd stay a little longer wouldn't talk about myself
Let the suitcase pack it self
I miss the good times
If only we could rewind the good times
I wouldn't rush out the door the
Longest goodbyes
I'd stay a little longer wouldn't talk about myself
Let the suitcase pack it self

I miss the good times
I miss the good times