Good Times - Pianos Become The Teeth

You’re laying here with a bird’s eye view of a body no longer belongs to you

And 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

And you’re scared because you’re an army brat of a man who died before his time

And I miss those summers, that grill smell, home cooked meals

Take me back

Sleeping like a log and healing so fast

But losing you, I learned to lose my youth, lose my spirit

And now I can’t hear it anymore, anymore

And I guess that’s life

And I guess that’s life

Back then our body parts stayed in place

And I guess that’s life, and I guess that’s life

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

And I’m watching my hairline recede

I’m drinking fatigue, I’m fighting heredity

I see less of who we love the most

Time’s getting away and we’re so slow to see how fast it goes

And I’m just looking, I’m just looking for

What’s coming, what’s built in the blood

And I’m just looking, I’m just looking for

What’s coming, what’s built in the blood

And I’m just looking, 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, and 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

And I think about your last 3 breaths and I wonder if you knew

And I wonder if you knew

And I think about you letting go

And I think about you letting go

And I guess that’s life