Olde Nu

My hair
Goodbye
My luck
Don't mind
It's clear
I'm fine
The more you try to say
The less you do

Young love
Is not like
New love
But in time
Think luck
You're wise
Words cannot replace the thoughts
With truth

Whenever I became the old new song
I lost my edge
Fell into a bottle
Whenever I became your old new song
Pieces didn't fit
And I'm stuck mourning a sound

Young looks
Good eyes
Four Fives
Two dimes
My lip
Still bleeds
Bleeds out in spite of the new tooth
Your world is so nice
Your world is so wild
You cared only for times
But I could never sell that to you

You think
You want
You try
You die
You don't
Sometimes the window closes before you're through

Whenever I became the old new song
I lost my edge
Fell into a bottle
Whenever I became your old new song
Pieces didn't fit
And I'm stuck mourning a sound



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Dale Allen Strouse
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