The now is never enough, the past was always the best 
The now is never enough, the past was always the best 
I’ll never feel satisfied, I’ll never feel satisfied 
I’ll never feel satisfied, I’ll never feel satisfied 

I’ve got this seasick pit in my stomach where my old friends live 
They make sure to remind me of all the things that I forgot to appreciate at the time 
Like the long hugs, the short hugs, the long walks, the kisses on the cheek, the respect, and the mutual love 
I forgot how much I needed the genuine discussions about life, love, and vulnerability 

I liked my girlfriends more after we dated than when we dated 
Well maybe I’m a [bad word]  I don’t know, I was in high school, isn’t that when I’m supposed to learn? 
From my mistakes, my many, many, many mistakes 

I smell the smells I smelt in Chicago, perfume and the cigarette smoke
I smell the smells I smelt in Chicago, the booze and the cigarette smoke 
I know that perfume, I swear I do 
I know that perfume, I swear I do 
And my cigarette goes out 

You leave, they leave, you leave, they leave 
You leave, they leave, you leave, they leave 
You leave, they leave, you leave, they leave 
You leave, they leave, you leave, they leave 
You leave, they leave, you leave, they leave, and you just stop talking 
You leave, they leave, you leave, they leave, but not from your memories