I want the days to go by
Half a year to be precise
I want to spend all my time
Keeping track of cycles of moon in sky
Smash your head on the pavement
Just to feel near to something new
And with your cheek glued to gum
Feel let down cause nothing hurts quite as much as missing those days
Or howling the name
Or learning of a new love
One-hundred-eighty days
That is how much time it may take
One-hundred-eighty days
I want the days to hurry by
Without losing my mind
And go to a party
Fall in love with everyone that I meet
And the days will hurry by
Half a year to be precise
That is what I am told
Counting every moment
'Til I'm six months older
And that much farther from standing still
But still dancing in circles
From challenging everyone and their mother
From being the worst kind of jealous love
And if you want it baby you'll get it crazy
Enough with the madness (don't speak of your sadness)
Your one saving grace is you're clear as a vase
But if you think you might die well before you try
I'll let you in on a secret, no matter the details
Of how it did start no matter how dark
You can't