Lyrics Good Ol' Days - Minuit

Good Ol' Days

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