Eric Forman Lyrics

Back to reality, car parked across the street, running red lights on the streets i've not seen for weeks.

Six months of six hours a week versus six years of maturity; I don't think you'd trade it, not for anything. I know you're tied up, by your feet.

Yeah we messed around and it felt like home, but i'm not one to take mistakes so seriously; so this is new to me.