Lyrics Good Times - Pianos Become The Teeth

Good Times

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