We used to talk in the summer before we had things to do And in the winter we would talk before school I was feeling impeccable toward everything in my life It’s Tuesday, 3 am and you write, I wanted to die You’re a mess in public, but I still think you’re cute And if I could I would take back the things I do Because I was feeling impeccable toward everything at the time It’s Tuesday, 3 am and you write, fuck, I wanted to die