She said “I wish somebody would have told me then that we were living in the good old times”
Here’s the trick
These are the times, right now while you’re alive
These are the times
They don’t have to be old to be good
And it may have been a long time but it must be understood that even up until then
it’s not the end
The only guarantee about time is that old friends are good friends
You don’t even have to be good friends
By good I mean close, or speak often to know
How the times have changed you both
so much
I think of you often but never draw you close or touch
Or come close to the words I want to find so much
You are living in the good times now
If you choose to let nostalgia become the largest component
I’m not living in the moment
It’s standing up and not using your feet
It’s thinking these thoughts and not choosing to speak
It’s feeling this love but choosing not to believe
It’s different for everyone
Its here before me
These thoughts may seem scattered and why does he keep changing the pattern?
Life is a quilt of different times that I quit
Then started again
Getting back to your friend
Give her a call, you promised
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
She said “I wish somebody would have told me then that we were living in the good old times”
Here’s the trick
These are the times, right now while you’re alive
These are the times
They don’t have to be old to be good
And it may have been a long time but it must be understood that even up until then
it’s not the end
The only guarantee about time is that old friends are good friends
You don’t even have to be good friends
By good I mean close, or speak often to know
How the times have changed you both
so much
I think of you often but never draw you close or touch
Or come close to the words I want to find so much
You are living in the good times now
If you choose to let nostalgia become the largest component
I’m not living in the moment
It’s standing up and not using your feet
It’s thinking these thoughts and not choosing to speak
It’s feeling this love but choosing not to believe
It’s different for everyone
Its here before me
These thoughts may seem scattered and why does he keep changing the pattern?
Life is a quilt of different times that I quit
Then started again
Getting back to your friend
Give her a call, you promised
