Hours

Sometimes you think about her

And I'm okay with that

And she gave you everything you ever wanted

But I know she hurt you bad

Sometimes I think about him

And you're okay with that

And every now and then I feel like I'm the bad guy

But you say you understand

And if time's a healer, then we'd better go slow

'Cause all these heavy feelings

We can't carry them alone

As our beating hearts start to grow

And now we're moving in slow motion

Carefully picking up the broken pieces

It's been hours, hours, hours, hours

All this time is ours, ours, ours, ours

Hey

Sometimes I wanna look back

Just to get it off my chest

And you don't promise that you'll ever understand it

But you try to do your best

And if time's a healer, then we'd better go slow

'Cause all these heavy feelings

We can't carry them alone

As our beating hearts start to grow, oh

And now we're moving in slow motion

Carefully picking up the broken pieces

It's been hours, hours, hours, hours

All this time is ours, ours, ours, ours

(Ours, ours, ours)

(Ours, ours, ours)

(Ours, ours, ours)

(Ours, ours, ours)

(All this time is ours, ours, ours, ours)

(Ours, ours, ours)

(Ours, ours, ours)

And now we're moving in slow motion

Carefully picking up the broken pieces

It's been hours, hours, hours, hours

All this time is ours, ours, ours, ours

And now we're moving in slow motion (Moving, moving, moving)

And now we're moving in slow motion

(Slow motion)

And now we're moving in slow motion