The overpass

Barely made it out of my twenties The overpass didn't have the glass Tightrope, concrete highway below me The fall would've caused a crash Oh, the good old days Always driving blind Oh, the good old days Sometimes Most of me was split in three Who I had been, who would I be Over paced, losing days, running toward the fate Still waiting for the world to pull over and breathe On my knees Magnet friendships Confused the bullets We played hearts in a hall of flames What a game Oh, the good old days In and out of mind Oh, the good old days Sometimes Most of me was split in three Who I had been, who would I be Over paced, losing dates, running toward the fate Still waiting for the world to pull over and breathe On my knees