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 I'll be

Over-paced

Losing days

Running toward the fade

Just 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 I'll be

Over-paced

Losing days

Running toward the fade

Just waiting for the world

To pull over and breathe

On my knees