The Good Ol' Days

I remember
the good ol’ days
for what they really were
 
It took awhile
but overtime
the truth sunk in
 
The good ol’ days
that kind of thinking
an excuse to go wild
 
But what were they but us
trying to escape something
we couldn’t quite grasp at the time
 
I thought we were having
so much fun I could not
let go of the party
 
I hated myself so much
I needed to escape all the time
I diluted my reality
 
The good ol’ days
Were they really that good
to want to go back there
 
It really is romance
at its finest
a retrospective illusion