Thursday morning Walking H Street in the rain When you occupy my brain Without warning We had a bite at Sticky Rice Smokin' a cig in city lights Hide and go seek with our feelings You left me weak, and I'm still healing Habit-forming Still addicted to your perfume And the laundry list of issues I'm ignoring Fire burning We had a bite at sticky rice Little miss whiskey's DJ night Hide and go seek with our feelings You look so happy, and I'm still healing ♪ We'd watch a couple TV shows Get underneath each other's clothes That was back then, things are different And that's ok, I just kind of miss it. A lot We had a bite at sticky rice Smokin' a cig in city lights That was back then when things were different And that's okay, just kinda miss it That was back then when things were different And that's okay, just kinda miss it That was back then when things were different And that's okay, but I kinda miss it That was back then when things were different And that's okay, just kinda miss it