Songtext Good times Quinn Xcii

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 no where near to be found
Just countin' the hours 'till Friday
Maybe then you'll show face come back around

If only we could rewind to good times
I wouldn't rush out the door, the longest goodbyes
I stay a little longer, wouldn't talk about myself
Let the suitcase pack itself
I miss the good times (Good times)

Might as well extend, don't plan on leavin'
One plus one we could call it even
You're worth more than a hundred reasons
It's too late, it's too late
Was in my head, wasn't lookin' at you
Now I tell tales of 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'm still learning how to be a man
I'm doing my best
Honey if I'm being honest
I been feeling like a mess
Yeah the situation got me stressed

If only we could rewind to good times
I wouldn't rush out the door, the longest goodbyes
I stay a little longer, wouldn't talk about myself
Let the suitcase pack itself
I miss the good times (Good times)

If only we could rewind to good times
I wouldn't rush out the door, the longest goodbyes
I stay a little longer, wouldn't talk about myself
Let the suitcase pack itself
I miss the good times (Good times)

I miss the good times (Good times)