Never Marry Widowed Men

Broken wrists and a picture of the hotel's front door
Pictures this, tangled bodies on the backroom's cold floor
And everything's reflecting the weather
Yeah, everything's affected by the weather

Sit alone on your porch and smoke yourself to sleep
In the rocking chair she gave you so you had to keep
And the clouds in your eyes match the ones outside
Do the clouds in your eyes fuck with your eyesight?

Ripped jeans, skinned knees, and the kid with the cash
Bare feet, car keys, can we please go back?
And if it hadn't rained that day
We couldn't tell the difference either way
Every color looked brighter when everything I saw was grey, yeah

I think those days were long
I think those days were long
I think those days were long
I think those days were long

You can't regret what you don't recall
And I don't remember anything that happened since last fall
And I'm okay with that

No, all we did was laugh and walk these sober streets with nowhere to go
Lost and didn't care if we ever got home
We would sing off key and talk quietly
Hang out at coffee shops and load up on caffeine

I think those days were long
I think those days were long
I think those days were long
I think those days were long
I think those days were long
I think those days were long

Those days are long gone
(Those days are long gone)
Those days are long gone
(Those days are long gone)