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