Do you remember Late nights in my backseat We used to talk (talk talk) For hours and hours About anything Back then we were shapes With headlights in our faces Now these subtle twists And sudden turns Remind me of the way that Things change That's the way life is I'm okay with it But I really miss Your kiss And the way you taste My hands on your waist I guess it was just a phase Hieroglyphics Linger on the panels of my car A history of haunted scenes A sultry stained-glass memory Emotive archeology Reminds me of the way that Things change That's the way life is I'm okay with it But I really miss Your kiss And the way you taste My hands on your waist I guess it was just a phase Things change That's the way life is I'm okay with it But I really miss Your kiss And the way you taste No, it was not a waste I guess it was just a phase