Good Old Days

It never felt like enough
I would lie there in my pleasant room
Coming up with ways to
Take off the cuffs
And there the moment went
And my best years spent
In the waiting room for love
And now it seems the heart grew strong
And the causes now feel wrong
But the sheets still seem so rough
And the chase not so tough

And I just like to think about the good old days
All those sunny hours when all I did
Was reminisce and think about the good old days
When my wistful mind would wander wide
And I would sit and look forward to better days
Big heart, battered mind
No care for times behind in any ways
What I have is what I've got
Help me to feel like it's a lot
Want it to feel like a lot
Feel like a lot
Feel like a lot

The town, it has moved on
You must be sympathetic
My pathetic aesthetic
Is no longer number one
I cannot work out pride
It comes and goes inside
And even though we belong
It all feels so translucent
Nostalgia noctilucent
In the heights for which I long
But by the morning they are long gone

And I just like to think about the good old days
All those sunny hours when all I did
Was reminisce and think about the good old days
When my wistful mind would wander wide
And I would sit and look forward to better days
Big heart, battered mind
No care for times behind in any ways
What I have is what I've got
Help me to feel like it's a lot
Want it to feel like a lot
Feel like a lot
Feel like a lot

I tell myself that I am still young
Why didn't I just take the plunge?
People they could love what we've done
Finish what you fucking begun
I tell myself that I am still young
Why didn't I just take the plunge?
People they could love what we've done

And I just like to think about the good old days
All those sunny hours when all I did
Was reminisce and think about the good old days
When my wistful mind would wander wide
And I would sit and look forward to better days
Big heart, battered mind
No care for times behind in any ways
What I have is what I've got
Help me to feel like it's a lot