Good Ole Days
Dylan Ault
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Cheap pack of cigarettes in my left pocket
I thought I brought a lighter, but I guess I forgot it
Duffle bag full to cushion bottles of beer
"You better not be drinkin'," ringin' in my ear
Steppin' on the spots without a creak in the floor
And acting like my folks have never done this before
Hopin' they don't hear about where I've been
Keepin' quiet on the door when I'm sneakin' in
Park down the street 'cause I knew it was comin'
I wouldn't wanna wake 'em from my engine runnin'
It's 3 a.m., I got a nervous shake
From fightin' all the odds of making stupid mistakes
The good ole boys in the good ole days
We never gave a shit about anything
Now the good ole days have came and went
But the stories never change 'bout the time we spent
Now I'm lookin' for a way to kill the machine
I don't ever write a song about what I don't mean
Livin' as a child couldn't get more pure
Now I never even recognize myself anymore
All my friends are gettin' further away
And all that I can think about is back in the day
Lyin' to our parents 'bout where we been
To droppin' off and talkin' how to do it again
The good ole boys in good ole days
We never gave a shit about anything
Now the good ole days came and went
But the stories never change 'bout the time we spent
'Bout the time we spent