Every now and then I miss when you were mine Something extra lonely bout the evening time And we had lots of problems, but I only Think about those while the sun shines I went through deleting your old messages Call it masochism, call it cleanliness, and I almost forgot how much you Cared before you stopped I was kind then I was not Guess we both got what we got But I made good on my plans, man Up in Beachwood Canyon New years of nineteen I couldn't help myself You were getting drunk while I kissed someone else We changed the rules so many times and both lost sight Of what was feeling forced and what was feeling right But I made good on my plans, man Up in Beachwood Canyon Some days I imagine you a passerby the Less I know the better of your present life And you deserve someone who eats up All your cheesy dance moves I know you know I tried But I made good on my plans, man Up in Beachwood Canyon Up in Beachwood Canyon