Let me tell you a story
About the hazy good old days

A change in the game
Rules are for kids
Wanted to play but now on the sideline
Watching everyone having so much fun
Never let them know you're angrier than them
Nobody cares about the days of old
Take a quick picture then you run home
Called my friends, no one picks up
I guess I'm going out all alone again
It's time to grow up but I don't wanna calm down
Everything happens for a reason somehow
I know that's not true, the meaning is just the same common purpose that I love, but might not trust no more
Oh mama how I miss those days
Watch them stream away

I wave, but they don't wave back at me
I guess they're just afraid
That they might get seen
Maybe afraid of what they want to be
Some old freak like me, no

It all makes sense
Prisoners of Earth
Listen to the stories from before your birth
Training for the game
Kiss them in the rain
Everything about it is so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ insane
It's been a long time
We never lost touch
Here comes an old witch with a poison apple
Bring it to me I'll take a bite
Every last piece 'till I lose the light

I can only change what I can change
I can only change what I can change
Meet me at the bottom
I can only change what I can change
I can only change what I can change
Meet me at the bottom

I never think about those days
Everyone's talking about
They were the best, I guess
You say you like the way I dress
It gets menial
Now you see that was a story of my youth
I hope it make sense to you
Because it doesn't make sense to me

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