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