Hazy Days

Hazy days seem to take me away thank fuck they past the time
Getting drunk and telling tales has been a personal favourite of mine
The perfect girl and the perfect boy, the perfect life on the 8th floor
Then the haze comes and takes it away it’s not so perfect anymore
Still hypnotized by your delight
You seem to take up all my time
It’s the way you forced me down that road
That makes me want you to be mine
Lazy hours take up more than they should now i’m certain a weeks gone by
Reality isn’t talking to me and won’t explain itself as to why
There’s something missing but i’m stopping listening at
The moment i’m riding high
In this haze that i had to create to make my days go by
That makes me want you to be mine x 2