My lights go out in the morning at seven o'clock Don't you regret what you said to me? 'Cause now we don't talk But it's the little things that matter to me now Like how are we ever to get out? 17 was such an easy age Heaven knows it'll never be the same As it was I might just throw everything away and start it again I write new songs every other day but never hit send 'Cause it's the middle man that I need to become He hovers over everything I love 23 was such an ugly year Mentally, I'll never reappear As I was If it was real love, I would be fast enough And I've been holding on Could you tell me if I'm right? 'Cause I'm feeling low but my hopes are up And I barely know if I'm good enough for you My lights go out in the morning at seven o'clock Don't you regret what you said to me? 'Cause now we don't talk But it's the little things that matter to me now Like how are we ever to get out? 24 got better every day Heaven knows it'll never be the same As it was