Remember those nights when we counted stars
Instead of counting cups from our boxed wine?
Those were the best of times, but they were cut short by the sun
I sit here in the dawn with my coffee like a loaded gun
Caffeine has lost it touch, or maybe I just drank too much
Cheers til the last cup
We will drink until the sun comes up
I relive every fantasy, those nights when it was just you and me
I'm hating every minute of my life