Voicemail

Hey
It's been weeks since I last saw you here
And I wish that things could be more clear
The late nights
And the real talk
The things we used to say
Like the good old days

I wanna waste my time
Hanging with my friends
Every time I'm asking why
I'm not happy in the end
Wish I learned to trust myself
Instead of all this fucking doubt
Then maybe I'll be happy again
I'll be happy again
I'll be happy again
I'll be happy again

Hey
I think we've been apart for way too long
And I hope the both of us can just move on
The night drives
On the highway
All the time that we both shared

Like the good old days
Like the good old days
Like the good old days
Like the good old days

I wanna waste my time
Hanging with my friends
Every time I'm asking why
I'm not happy in the end
Wish I learned to trust myself
Instead of all this fucking doubt
Then maybe I'll be happy again

Like the good old days
Like the good old days