GoodTimes

You're laying here with a beds eye view of a body that no longer belongs to you

You're scared that the past 3 haven't lived past their 60's and if you break the trend

You'll just end up like the old folks at Roland and 3939

You're scared because you're an army brat of a man who died before his time

I miss those summers that grill smell home cooked meals take me back

Sleeping like a log healing so fast

But losing you I learned to lose my youth lose my spirit and now I can't hear it anymore

And I guess that's life

Back then our body parts stayed in place

We kept up with our own hearts

It was so easy to temper the sting

Just be fixed by a quick dip back in some old neighbor's swimming pool

Now I'm just worn out and I'll ache like this forever I think

These shoddy drapes refuse to keep the cold out

And this d**n body can't keep the warmth in

I'm watching my hairline recede I'm drinking fatigue I'm fighting heredity

I see less of who I love the most time's getting away

And we're so slow to say how fast it goes

I'm just looking for what's coming what's built in the blood

But I've never been that sure of anything anyway

And I don't want to heal I'm just about the perfect amount to look how I feel

And I think about you laying there waiting for her to get back

I think about your last 3 breaths and I wonder if you knew

I think about letting you go

And I guess that's life