Those Days - Michael Cera

In those days, when my hands were tied

And thinkin' was suicide

Close your eyes, you’d be petrified

So I bought myself a ticket

Back where I belonged in those days

Back where I belonged in those days

See a guy like that walking down the street

You’d nearly leave your skin

He’s proud to say he’s got his wits about him

Take a look at the shape you’re in

All the faith you’ve got left is in your medicine

So open up wide and swallow that pride

And long for a comfort the world won’t provide

Adrift on the oceans of doubt in your soul

Consumed by the tide, you’re swallowed up whole

If only someobody would’ve told me so

'Cause I didn’t put up much of a fight in those days

I didn’t put up too much of a fight in those days