Rust Belt Lights The Good Old Days
Stop living in the past. Your glory days are far from gone.
It’s crucial you should realize that we are more
than this endless ocean of walking corpses destined to drift.
We’re beginning to die without a chance to live.
When I was young they said that I could do anything.
Hitch my wagon to a star and never look back.
For too long you’ve been sitting on a long lived lie.
Why can’t you see that your time here is passing you by?
Memories are bittersweet. Somewhere in the in-between
of half-smiles and long sighs, countless lows and seldom highs.
Do what you need to make ends meet before this life has got you beat.
Don’t hover in the in-between of growing up and losing sleep.
We’ve only one life to live, no hesitating.
The difference between burning out and fading away.
(My life starts today)
Memories are bittersweet. Somewhere in the in-between
of half-smiles and long sighs, countless lows and seldom highs.
Do what you need to make ends meet before this life has got you beat.
Take back the dreams that you left fallen by the wayside.
Nostalgia’s creeping in. I’m longing to recast
fond memories of better times are haunting me. I’m living in the past.
Those days aren’t over now, just steps I can’t retrace.
Years from now we will look back and say, those were the good old days.
These are our glory days. These are the good old days.
We won’t look back in regret, on what we should’ve changed.
These are our glory days. These are the good old days.
We won’t look back in regret, on what we should’ve changed.
