All of the things that I did back then When the lights go out and I'm in my bed I think of all the madness in my head oh Oh when I'm in my bed I think of all the memories I've had oh Ay, in my apartment a long time ago I knew a bad bitch, but she was

Why does it really matter 'Cause when the lights go out, it only gets better Then the rest doesn't really matter You know it doesn't really matter That I always seem to forget Where I put my keys, my hat and my coat We're searching for your sun glasses