Lyrics The Old Days -

The Old Days

Katy:
Wild at a party we were boozing teens
The cops pull up and so we, scatter while giggling we
Stumbled to a field and Constance, the moon shone in her hair
We kissed, drunk and blurred and still, we kissed right there
We never ever talked about it, to her cheap thrills
But to me, a magic moment, but I kept quiet still
She was indeed my first love, though she never knew
The same old cycles just spin round and round, and round it’s true
No one ever taught me how to, get up when I’m down
My mother always suffered silent, until that night and now
I think about that hotel, but sometimes too I swear
I think about that field, that kiss, the moon, her hair