And I have finally realized I need to love I, I can't get these memories out of my mind And some kind of madness has started to evolve I, I tried so hard to let you go But some kind of madness is swallowing me whole, yeah I have finally seen the light

I won't go back 'Cause I'm sick of the person I used to be So stressed out, burned out, living in my agony Hated all the words that they said to me So I jacked up, blacked out, wasted all those memories 'Cause I'm sick of you I'm sick of me I'm sick of

I just wanna go back, back to 1999 Take a ride to my old neighborhood Wanna go back, wanna go I just wanna go back, sing, "hit me, baby, one more time" Ooh, wish that we could go back in time, uh Got memories Ooh, maybe we can do it tonight Tonight's the

I got a feeling I haven’t seen the last of you Staring at the ceiling I’ll have these memories of you in my mind if I don’t go insane And I’ll dream about you girl if I don’t lie here wide awake I know it’s ended, I know it’s finished It’s done but I’m

And you know, coming back is harder And leaving me is easy I read all the letters, I read each word that you've sent to me And though it's past now, and the words start to fade All the memories I have still remain I've kept all the pictures, but I hide

(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart (Seek me) for comfort (Call me) for solace (Seek me, call me, I'll be waiting) This distance This disillusion I cling to memories While falling

Memories will taunt you, And I will try to love you, I come back to haunt you, It's not like I'm above you, See you there, We'll make our agreements, About when to meet, And I'll leave you in the doorway, The cold evening aches,

When I was Jack and you were Diane Does it make you laugh Every time you hear that song Do you close your eyes Do the memories take you back Six packs and a Chevy Cheyenne Do you turn it up Do you sing along

And I love you now that you're here But someone to love and I do love you dear Long before love you were here in my memories And rubs my back when I'm weary Thank you dear When you appeared in my imagination I had no idea that you'd ever be real Now

But you'll think of me Take your memories I don't need 'em And take your cap and leave my sweater In fact I'll feel a whole lot better 'Cause we have nothing left to weather Take your records, take your freedom Take your space and take your reasons So