Eighteen

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!