Good Days

It's all a drifting mirage
We're all amid a scene in a bad dream
The final tally leaves us even, I figure
For the colors bleeding down
Are specters of the sounds of the "good days"

Threadbare solipsism
Drowning, I know
Still, I can't help
From believing I won't make peace
From believing my soul is make believe
From believing I won't make peace
From believing my soul is make believe
From believing I won't make peace
From believing my soul is make believe



Credits
Writer(s): Connor Lacour
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