Old Days
Go away, I just want to go back to the old days
Sometimes I just wanna put my phone away, oh
Go away, I just want to go back to the old days
Sometimes I just wanna put my phone away, oh babe
Old days, sometimes I be thinking bout the old days
Life was so damn simple let it go to waste, let it go to waste
I struggle with self interest
I don't feel fulfilled enough to even fill this sentence
And I guess that's just the difference, between us cause I'm lonely
I used to have some homies now they act like they don't know me
And damn these cuts run so deep
Deeper than the OC; EAN something telling me to be patient
But I hate it
Stuck inside, quarantine strikes again
Social media acting like my only friend
She's asking if I love her, I'm like well it all depends
Would you be there with me if the world decides to end
Or if I end up dying, would you be at my death bed
Cause I'm stuck inside my head, inside my head
Go away, I just want to go back to the old days
Sometimes I just wanna put my phone away, oh babe
Old days, sometimes I be thinking bout the old days
Life was so damn simple let it go to waste, let it go to waste
Toxic like the paper that I throw away
I only wrote your name, I only wrote your name
Yeah, I sold my soul for fame
Reminiscing bout the old days, reminiscing bout the old days
I hope my parents proud of me
Can't get these demons out of me, we falling in and out of sleep
Yeah, cause all I really wanna do is dream anymore, all I really wanna do is dream
About the old days, the old days, the old days
Sometimes I just wanna put my phone away, oh
Go away, I just want to go back to the old days
Sometimes I just wanna put my phone away, oh babe
Old days, sometimes I be thinking bout the old days
Life was so damn simple let it go to waste, let it go to waste
I struggle with self interest
I don't feel fulfilled enough to even fill this sentence
And I guess that's just the difference, between us cause I'm lonely
I used to have some homies now they act like they don't know me
And damn these cuts run so deep
Deeper than the OC; EAN something telling me to be patient
But I hate it
Stuck inside, quarantine strikes again
Social media acting like my only friend
She's asking if I love her, I'm like well it all depends
Would you be there with me if the world decides to end
Or if I end up dying, would you be at my death bed
Cause I'm stuck inside my head, inside my head
Go away, I just want to go back to the old days
Sometimes I just wanna put my phone away, oh babe
Old days, sometimes I be thinking bout the old days
Life was so damn simple let it go to waste, let it go to waste
Toxic like the paper that I throw away
I only wrote your name, I only wrote your name
Yeah, I sold my soul for fame
Reminiscing bout the old days, reminiscing bout the old days
I hope my parents proud of me
Can't get these demons out of me, we falling in and out of sleep
Yeah, cause all I really wanna do is dream anymore, all I really wanna do is dream
About the old days, the old days, the old days
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Writer(s): Carlo Mannuzza
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