Good Ol' Days - Minuit

I take the pride, I take the fall

In the good ol' days of the bad old dreams

It doesn’t matter anymore

In the good ol' days of the bad old dreams

I read the writing on the wall

In the good ol' days of the bad old dreams

I took my pen and added more

In the good ol' days of the bad old dreams

I love and hate and want you all

In the good ol' days of the bad old dreams

I don’t know what you’re fighting for

In the good ol' days of the bad old dreams

I’ll give a hundred dollars to

The one who smiles and says it’s true

Who would have thought it’d be us two

Who ended up scraping through

The wreckage that we knew

A rosy coloured hue

Who would have thought it’d be us two

Throw your arms

It doesn’t matter anymore

What are you fighting for

Does it matter anymore