My parents house

Time, time when you stayed over
stayed in bed for ever
mail piled at the door
Time, we lost track of the hours
pizza boxes tower
the floor beside the bed

Whistling...

Time, my body's sore from something
it surely wasn't walking
our friends thought we were dead.

And I can't recreate those times we used to have
Without you they'll be bad
Lets meet next month at my parents house they'll be
Away like they were then
A way like we were then

Whistling...

Time, you'll have met someone new
someone who likes you
not like I liked you
Time, you ask him if he'll mind
of course he'll surely mind
so just leave him for me

Will you meet me and we'll try to set things right
I want things to be right
And I bet we'll stay in bed for days and never leave
And never want to leave
And never have to leave.