I had that same dream again
I dreamed I was an old man dyin` and tryin` to repent
and facing consequences for all the shit I`ve put up with
But now I`ve run out of steam
a broken backed nostalgiac
no chance left to redeem
I`m longing for my heyday give me a change to live again
IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN
I WOULD SPEND ALL MY TIME TRYIN` TO REMEMBER WHEN
.....WAS I THAT MUCH HAPPIER THEN?
IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN....
And now I`m older it seems
well at least while I sleep deep within my anxiety dreams
I comb my hair on over
put my teeth in and give a grin
I recollect and reflect
loves lost at too much cost` my conscience full of regret
and if I wake up I hope this better be a better day
IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN
I WOULD SPEND ALL MY TIME TRYIN` TO REMEMBER WHEN
.....WAS I THAT MUCH HAPPIER THEN?
IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN....
The real truth of youth is innocence is a blessed and a cursed simulcast
The simple fact is that I`m sick of every song that dwells on the past
But still I go on writing
how long can my discontentment last?
When I wake from my dream
reality kicks in and I grinned just wonderin` what it means
the whole world screams "grow up"
and I know I can, but I don`t know when!