If I Could Remix Yesterday

If I could remix yesterday, I'd play your voice on repeat Not your 10 o'clock voice, your 4 AM one The one that says I'm more important to you than your most precious possession That over shares life experiences and intimate thoughts Challenges me to write with my voice off the top of my head And gives speeches on how the depths of my soul were created specifically to wind themselves up around yours I'd make this part my chorus Verse one would be filled with laughter Not that cheesy giggly shit, the you called me old and pointed out gray hairs and I called you an ass and told you you'd be bald in ten years laughter The flightless kind that glides on open air passed from mouth to receiver to receiver to mouth The kind you only get before sunrise Between the ending and beginning of every other being on earth's day when we're running on our own time It would end with a one liner that will never escape anyone's memories Cue chorus, it's my favorite part Verse 2 is intimacy It's my fear of adulthood and the fumbling mess of my future I'm terrified of you. Of college. Of commitment. It's the stale air that laces the static in between currents of vocal electricity strewn between us, before us It's your fear of the future and standardized conformity You're terrified of being alone. Of the military. Of losing me. This is the set up for the hook I'd play our whispers backwards They'd be illegible to all listeners who dared let this fire slip past their ear drums They don't need to understand the gravity behind our words I'd play this part softly So even our secrets could share secrets Verse 3 This one is reserved for the cheesy giggly shit The yeah I'll be gray and old and you'll be crippled and balding but we'll be gray and bald together The follow your dreams because no matter what college you go to I'll always find time to visit you The you go play offense cuz I'll be defending the home fort while your at war type cheesy giggly shit The you're looking for a respectable bad bitch Don't call me a bitch I said respectable type giggly shit If I could remix yesterday, I'd play your voice on repeat Not your 10 o'clock voice, your 4 AM one The one that says I'm more important to you than your most precious possession That over shares life experiences and intimate thoughts Challenges me to write with my voice off the top of my head And gives speeches on how the depths of my soul were created specifically to wind themselves up around yours If I could remix yesterday, I'd close the space between us so we could split a pair of headphones and play our song on repeat.