HaTe GoOdByEs
Sunshine, mid summer
When the days blend and the time starts to fly
Not looking forward to September
When the leaves start to fall and friends all say goodbye
I always try to ignore
The fact that we can't slow down time anymore
We used to not care when we'd stumble in through the door
Now time seems to fly
But tonight I'm wishing I were home
I've got my hands in my pockets all night
I'm sat in the corner waiting for you to call and ask about next weekend
I miss summer nights
And I hate how fast time just flies
I hate goodbyes
I hate goodbyes
I think about all the nights when
We'd sit out by the fire and reminisce back
About our old friends that we still talk about
How long until we start slippin' through the cracks
I always try to explain
All the people in my life can tell I'm going insane
I can't suppress all my thoughts that just keep surfacing
I can't stop my mind
But tonight I'm wishing I were home
I've got my hands in my pockets all night
I'm sat in the corner waiting for you to call and ask about the weekend
I've been buried in my phone all night
With bloodshot eyes, sleep deprived
Waiting for you to come make fun of my car but still yell shotgun
Oh
I miss summer nights
And I hate how fast time just flies
I hate goodbyes
I hate goodbyes
When the days blend and the time starts to fly
Not looking forward to September
When the leaves start to fall and friends all say goodbye
I always try to ignore
The fact that we can't slow down time anymore
We used to not care when we'd stumble in through the door
Now time seems to fly
But tonight I'm wishing I were home
I've got my hands in my pockets all night
I'm sat in the corner waiting for you to call and ask about next weekend
I miss summer nights
And I hate how fast time just flies
I hate goodbyes
I hate goodbyes
I think about all the nights when
We'd sit out by the fire and reminisce back
About our old friends that we still talk about
How long until we start slippin' through the cracks
I always try to explain
All the people in my life can tell I'm going insane
I can't suppress all my thoughts that just keep surfacing
I can't stop my mind
But tonight I'm wishing I were home
I've got my hands in my pockets all night
I'm sat in the corner waiting for you to call and ask about the weekend
I've been buried in my phone all night
With bloodshot eyes, sleep deprived
Waiting for you to come make fun of my car but still yell shotgun
Oh
I miss summer nights
And I hate how fast time just flies
I hate goodbyes
I hate goodbyes
Credits
Writer(s): Tate Funston
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