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
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