Hazy days seem to take me away thank fuck they past the time Getting drunk and telling tales has been a personal favourite of mine The perfect girl and the perfect boy, the perfect life on the 8th floor Then the haze comes and takes it away it's not so perfect anymore Still hypnotized by your delight You seem to take up all my time It's the way you forced me down that road That makes me want you to be mine Lazy hours take up more than they should now i'm certain a weeks gone by Reality isn't talking to me and won't explain itself as to why There's something missing but i'm stopping listening at The moment i'm riding high In this haze that i had to create to make my days go by That makes me want you to be mine x 2