I know my memory's about a sharp as a marble
When it comes to recalling something so marvel
But as we sit in my room
I recognize this tune
And as I sit with the view of you
I miss the good parts when nothing was something
And I miss the better parts when something turned into everything.
Like when we sat in that booth. Our eyes were glued
To the other's smize just waiting for our food
Yeah infected with truth
That this may not last long but never not at all
Yeah and we held the room
I miss the time when we were nothing
And I miss the time when we were something
(turn into it turn into it turn into it turn into it)