Repeat History

I know what they say

We ought to learn from our mistakes

But put me back in that backseat

I'd still let you kiss me

I know how this works

The over thinking makes it worse

And it might be the summer

Why I sit here and wonder

Where you are, how you're doing

If you're looking through the ruins

Or if you lit up a match

So you can't go looking back

Who you're with, what you're dreaming

If you ever found a reason

Why the kingdom came undone

Or am I the only one

But when I think about the days of gold

I wished would never end

Well I'd die to repeat history again

Cause when it was good

It set the bar just like it should

Singing Motown in dive bars

Getting drunk in a graveyard

My sorry might be late

But better late than never

Maybe it's a phase

But most nights I wonder

If you kicked all your vices

Finally found peace in the silence

Met someone to help you quit

Cause I know I never did

It felt good, feeling freedom

Us both dancing with your demons

Skipping rocks and skipping school

When we thought that made us cool

But when I think about the days of gold

When I'd call you a friend

Well I'd die to repeat history again

Even the bad shit

Even the hard bits

Even the awkward first times in your brother's apartment

Even the worst fights

When making up was paradise

Cause we were island

Oh we were an island

And when I think about the days of gold

And all our naive crimes

I'd still go and cross

Those burning bridges every time

When I think about the days of gold

When you and I made sense

Well I'd die to repeat history

Again