By Mikey Goode
Time is just an illusion,
a rough map of the past
and a long lesson that a
good thing just don’t last
As pictures of our life together
tremble in my hands
I know I won’t be able
to love this way again, til
The Cubs win it all
three years in a row
and Miami Beach gets covered in snow
and the sun stops settin’ west of Malibu
if and when it all does
it’ll still be way too soon
to be over you
Of all the hills we conquered
our love was the highest one
But we still got that view at the top
When you were done
Now I’m below rock bottom
alone and so afraid
and I know I’ll be under all this wait
Forever after the day that
The Cubs win it all
three years in a row
and Miami Beach gets covered in snow
and the sun stops settin’ west of Malibu
if and when it all does
it’ll still be way too soon
to be over you
When the Cubs win it all
three years in a row
and Miami Beach gets covered in snow
and the sun stops settin’ west of Malibu
When your phone ain’t the first thing
I wanna call
and our fav’rite song don’t gut me at all
and the dead rose on your grave
comes back in bloom
if and when it all does
it’ll still be way too soon
to be over you
Oh, to be over you
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