These Days Are (Bomb)

You checked the locks
Made sure to stove was off
Grabbed your tickets to the end of the world

And you make me feel it
And you make me feel like you do

These days are, these days are

We lived the peak
Enjoyed our lives down at the beach
We made out to Sinatra and we danced ironically to Creep

And you made me feel it
And you made me feel like you do

These days are gone (we heard about it, laughed about it)
These days are done (we read about it, how we doubted it)

You got Darling Dentyne with you on the mic
To play on your fear and solicit your likes
Using rhythm and rhyme to bounce off the wall
Irony and whine for my booty call

So yalla, scoot on over to my site
To like my post, haste gets me high
While I keep jetting from coast to coast
You and I are nothing but toast

And you make me feel it
And you made me feel like you do

These days are, these days are

These days are gone (we heard about it, laughed about it)
These days are done (we read about it, how we doubted it)



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Houston
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