Remember the easy days when we were young and stuck in a haze? Without responsibility in the messes you made. When someone was there to pick you back up. Well you can't go back. So go on and live it up.

The good times, the good times. I'll never forget the nights of the summer, the days at the lake, the warmth of the fire made the cold go away. When we were young, there used to be something more to life.


Lets take it back to the good times where the open blinds let the light through, not a cloud in sight. Watch the night turn from dawn to day. An endless time without weight. Before there were burdens of working and age, it all seemed so simple but no one could wait.


But we're glad we made the memories last for this long.