Quando ci manca qualcuno, il tempo sembra muoversi più lentamente, e quando ci stiamo innamorando di qualcuno, il tempo sembra muoversi più velocemente.
So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night and I go back to December all the time.
I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile so good to me, so right and how you held me in your arms that September night the first time you ever saw me cry.
I can see you standing, honey, with his arms around your body laughin', but the joke's not funny at all and it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it.