I always used to believe That what's current is the prime But as my hairline recedes My beliefs do the same
I miss the sensation of walking home in the dead of winter, embracing what's real instead of escaping I miss the times when we molded our futures We modeled them out of our youth
And lazy summer days, picking apples off of neighbors trees Wrestling on trampolines and grinding the curbs of our schoolyard
The movies we made have surpassed their goals They are no longer mere entertainment They are documents of the simpler times And testaments to our amends
Where did these times go? They died at our hands But live on in our hearts