I'm due for a breakdown
It's been good for far too long
When will it all crash and burn
Like it always does
We're finally growing
Been stagnant for way too long
But why does it have to hurt
Like I'm eight years old
Having growing pains again
We're longing for
The good old days
But there never was
A golden age
She keeps forgetting
Who we are and where she is
I wonder if being blank
Makes it easier
So I open the window
To remember the air I breathe
Even if I forget everything else
I can't forget that till the end
We're longing for
The good old days
But there never was
A golden age