good old days
My mother told me, "Don't you wait for better times
You'll never find them if you're standing in the line
Always remember how to live, not just survive"
And even on my worst nights, I trust that I'll be fine
'Cause, oh, some day when I grow old
With most of my story told
I'll look at the life I made and say
Let me tell you 'bout the good old days
Every memory and dumb mistake
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout the late nights
The good times, the mess that I made
Those were the good old days, the good old days
Too many people in this world that I can't please
Too many versions of myself that I could be
I don't wanna let my fear decide what's right for me
Before I lose control, I'm gon' take the driver's seat
'Cause, oh, some day when I grow old
With most of my story told
I'll look at the life I made and say
Let me tell you 'bout the good old days
Every memory and dumb mistake
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout the late nights
The good times, the mess that I made
Those were the good old days
Let me tell you 'bout my first heartbreak
I don't want to put the tears away
Yeah, I'm talking 'bout the drunk texts
The regrets, the dreams that I chased
Those were the good old days, the good old days
I know, I know these are the good old days
I know, I know these are the good old days
I know, I know these are the good old days
Those were the good old, these are the good old days
You'll never find them if you're standing in the line
Always remember how to live, not just survive"
And even on my worst nights, I trust that I'll be fine
'Cause, oh, some day when I grow old
With most of my story told
I'll look at the life I made and say
Let me tell you 'bout the good old days
Every memory and dumb mistake
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout the late nights
The good times, the mess that I made
Those were the good old days, the good old days
Too many people in this world that I can't please
Too many versions of myself that I could be
I don't wanna let my fear decide what's right for me
Before I lose control, I'm gon' take the driver's seat
'Cause, oh, some day when I grow old
With most of my story told
I'll look at the life I made and say
Let me tell you 'bout the good old days
Every memory and dumb mistake
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout the late nights
The good times, the mess that I made
Those were the good old days
Let me tell you 'bout my first heartbreak
I don't want to put the tears away
Yeah, I'm talking 'bout the drunk texts
The regrets, the dreams that I chased
Those were the good old days, the good old days
I know, I know these are the good old days
I know, I know these are the good old days
I know, I know these are the good old days
Those were the good old, these are the good old days
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Writer(s): Joseph Anthony Housley, Charles Curtis Martin, Henry James Moodie, Sara Rachael Boe
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