| Song | Good Times |
| Artist | Pianos Become the Teeth |
| Album | The Lack Long After |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You're laying here with a beds eye view of a body that no longer belongs to you, | |
| You're scared that the past 3 haven't lived past their 60's and if you break the trend, | |
| You'll just end up like the old folks at Roland and 3939, | |
| You're scared because you're an army brat of a man who died before his time. | |
| I miss those summers, that grill smell, home cooked meals, take me back, | |
| Sleeping like a log, healing so fast, | |
| But losing you, I learned to lose my youth, lose my spirit, and now I can't hear it anymore, | |
| And I guess that's life | |
| Back then our body parts stayed in place, | |
| We kept up with our own hearts, | |
| It was so easy to temper the sting, | |
| Just be fixed by a quick dip back in some old neighbor's swimming pool | |
| Now I'm just worn out, and I’ll ache like this forever I think, | |
| These shoddy drapes refuse to keep the cold out | |
| And this damn body can't keep the warmth in, | |
| I'm watching my hairline recede, I'm drinking fatigue, I'm fighting heredity | |
| I see less of who I love the most, time's getting away, | |
| And we're so slow to say how fast it goes, | |
| I'm just looking for what's coming, what's built in the blood | |
| But I’ve never been that sure of anything anyway | |
| And I don't want to heal, I'm just about the perfect amount to look how I feel | |
| And I think about you laying there, waiting for her to get back, | |
| I think about your last 3 breaths and I wonder if you knew, | |
| I think about letting you go | |
| And I guess that's life. |
| You' re laying here with a beds eye view of a body that no longer belongs to you, | |
| You' re scared that the past 3 haven' t lived past their 60' s and if you break the trend, | |
| You' ll just end up like the old folks at Roland and 3939, | |
| You' re scared because you' re an army brat of a man who died before his time. | |
| I miss those summers, that grill smell, home cooked meals, take me back, | |
| Sleeping like a log, healing so fast, | |
| But losing you, I learned to lose my youth, lose my spirit, and now I can' t hear it anymore, | |
| And I guess that' s life | |
| Back then our body parts stayed in place, | |
| We kept up with our own hearts, | |
| It was so easy to temper the sting, | |
| Just be fixed by a quick dip back in some old neighbor' s swimming pool | |
| Now I' m just worn out, and I' ll ache like this forever I think, | |
| These shoddy drapes refuse to keep the cold out | |
| And this damn body can' t keep the warmth in, | |
| I' m watching my hairline recede, I' m drinking fatigue, I' m fighting heredity | |
| I see less of who I love the most, time' s getting away, | |
| And we' re so slow to say how fast it goes, | |
| I' m just looking for what' s coming, what' s built in the blood | |
| But I' ve never been that sure of anything anyway | |
| And I don' t want to heal, I' m just about the perfect amount to look how I feel | |
| And I think about you laying there, waiting for her to get back, | |
| I think about your last 3 breaths and I wonder if you knew, | |
| I think about letting you go | |
| And I guess that' s life. |
| You' re laying here with a beds eye view of a body that no longer belongs to you, | |
| You' re scared that the past 3 haven' t lived past their 60' s and if you break the trend, | |
| You' ll just end up like the old folks at Roland and 3939, | |
| You' re scared because you' re an army brat of a man who died before his time. | |
| I miss those summers, that grill smell, home cooked meals, take me back, | |
| Sleeping like a log, healing so fast, | |
| But losing you, I learned to lose my youth, lose my spirit, and now I can' t hear it anymore, | |
| And I guess that' s life | |
| Back then our body parts stayed in place, | |
| We kept up with our own hearts, | |
| It was so easy to temper the sting, | |
| Just be fixed by a quick dip back in some old neighbor' s swimming pool | |
| Now I' m just worn out, and I' ll ache like this forever I think, | |
| These shoddy drapes refuse to keep the cold out | |
| And this damn body can' t keep the warmth in, | |
| I' m watching my hairline recede, I' m drinking fatigue, I' m fighting heredity | |
| I see less of who I love the most, time' s getting away, | |
| And we' re so slow to say how fast it goes, | |
| I' m just looking for what' s coming, what' s built in the blood | |
| But I' ve never been that sure of anything anyway | |
| And I don' t want to heal, I' m just about the perfect amount to look how I feel | |
| And I think about you laying there, waiting for her to get back, | |
| I think about your last 3 breaths and I wonder if you knew, | |
| I think about letting you go | |
| And I guess that' s life. |