Seems Like Yesterday
I remember those days sitting in the park
Singing songs for the local drunks
All them notes didn't hit their mark
But in my head I'm back there now
Spending time like copper coins
Aimless and without measure
Spending words on ugly rhymes
Just begging for some meter
But the songs sound so perfect to me
Because we meant them
When they had no meaning
Telling stories about our lives
With metaphors that don't make sense
But the sentiment comes clearly through
In the simple tales we tell
And the stories all have no point
They just damn us straight to hell
And it's always on my mind
Well, them days they seem like yesterday
When we had all of our time
To do the things we want to do
And I say we're free to do just what we choose
We're bred to win, born to lose
But we're gonna try anyway
Man, I was a clam when I was a kid
Kept my songs all to myself
Wondered if I'd make it big
If I opened up my mouth
Then I saw them singing loud
Bold, and gathering a crowd
And I knew what I wanted to do
And it's always on my mind
Well, them days they seem like yesterday
When we had all of our time
To do the things we want to do
And I say we're free to do just what we choose
We're bred to win, born to lose
But we're gonna try anyway
And if you wait for success to find you
Then you will never know the truth
Because we want to see
Things for ourselves
And it's always on my mind
Those days, they seem like yesterday
When we had all of our time
To do the things we want to do
And it's always on my mind
Those days, they seem like yesterday
When we had all of our time
To do the things we want to do
And I say we're free to do just what we choose
We're bred to win, born to lose
But we're gonna try anyway
And if you wait for success to find you
Then you will never know the truth
Because we want to see
Things for ourselves
Singing songs for the local drunks
All them notes didn't hit their mark
But in my head I'm back there now
Spending time like copper coins
Aimless and without measure
Spending words on ugly rhymes
Just begging for some meter
But the songs sound so perfect to me
Because we meant them
When they had no meaning
Telling stories about our lives
With metaphors that don't make sense
But the sentiment comes clearly through
In the simple tales we tell
And the stories all have no point
They just damn us straight to hell
And it's always on my mind
Well, them days they seem like yesterday
When we had all of our time
To do the things we want to do
And I say we're free to do just what we choose
We're bred to win, born to lose
But we're gonna try anyway
Man, I was a clam when I was a kid
Kept my songs all to myself
Wondered if I'd make it big
If I opened up my mouth
Then I saw them singing loud
Bold, and gathering a crowd
And I knew what I wanted to do
And it's always on my mind
Well, them days they seem like yesterday
When we had all of our time
To do the things we want to do
And I say we're free to do just what we choose
We're bred to win, born to lose
But we're gonna try anyway
And if you wait for success to find you
Then you will never know the truth
Because we want to see
Things for ourselves
And it's always on my mind
Those days, they seem like yesterday
When we had all of our time
To do the things we want to do
And it's always on my mind
Those days, they seem like yesterday
When we had all of our time
To do the things we want to do
And I say we're free to do just what we choose
We're bred to win, born to lose
But we're gonna try anyway
And if you wait for success to find you
Then you will never know the truth
Because we want to see
Things for ourselves
Credits
Writer(s): Jonah S Smith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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