� good times that place we used to hang out that thing we used to do was it ever even there? i miss it i don't know who i'm supposed to be there's some good days ahead, i think all my friends have changed they're all getting older that house isn't mine anymore that bedroom isn't mine anymore it doesn't feel that bad look over your shoulder it feels like we're living in the amateurs i can't see past the screen but do we always win? i don't know what i'm doing all i ask are to scream what i feel how do i feel better? good old days i want to be with you for this i feel like i'm inside is it different? i want to be by your side you got your four beams on you got your four beams on you're having a ball a romance story it's right there in RGB in LCD in zeros and ones in 5.1 how am i supposed to live in the world? we'll have to find a way together everything will be okay do you ever wish you could forget the good times? at least anyone feel the ache? it's the last day on earth i just keep staring at that collage