If the universe decides to declare that these right now are the good ol' days,
We must push all the chips in, let the dice fall where it may

Let's burn the candle on both ends then burn it even more
Until we've burned it down to the wick and through it's rotten core

Stay up to watch the moon set, then take my picture in the rising sun
A relic of youth to hold onto in all the years to come

A fleeting moment of life captured in permanence, all bundled against the summer cold
As insignificant as turning water to wine, silver to gold

Here we lie, spinning our webs into the creation of stories we'll eventually tell
Hazy concoctions of blurry sound, the weather in Neverland is always quite well

The place opens at nine with a promise of cash cover and good tunes 
And the air is always thick with laughter and vintage perfume

Scuffing up our boots, dancing holes into the floor
And when they step off the sticks, we're begging 'em for more

Neon sign hangin' over your heard for one night and one night only
That's okay kid, haven't they told you that sometimes, we all get a little lonely

Must I say, the trees, they are a-changing, seasons how they turn 
Once roaring flames have died, but new fires burn

All of our selves begin to fade from memory like a childhood friend 
Catching the last train outta dodge, waving goodbye to all of them

Drunkenly spilling all my secrets like I spilled my drink,
Bunch of twenty somethings playing the role of a stand-in shrink

And when it's my turn, I can help you carry some of these bags if you let me
So you smile, handing one over, signing the unspoken agreement to be a trustee

Writing bedtime stories, filled to the brim with faith and dripping with conviction
A confession of our desires and a dagger to our fears posing as a piece of fiction

These are the brief seconds and dragging days that will build our libraries
We can slay dragons or cast spells, fight pirates and dance with fairies

Whisper secrets in the dark, play telephone through the years
Lighten the load of darkness through friends who can diminish fears

If you ever find yourself venturing onto my street to see that my lights are still on,
Make me this pinky promise before I'm all the way grown-up and gone

That you'll hit the buzzer, come inside, and climb up the stairs
So we can all relieve ourselves, for just a brief moment, of life's most bloody affairs

We'll pour red wine in solo cups, roll some cheap hash
Discuss the peculiarities of a world in a constant mad dash

Up late, we're all just burning the midnight oil
Laughing at the fools who disapprove, sit, stir, and toil

Promise you won't forget the hint of a smile that dances on my lips,
When I know the joke you're gonna make before you let the punchline slip

Record everyone's laugh, what if they don't always sound that way?
When the reaper nears closer, when age has come around and had it's say

Keep it all close to the chest, raise the anchor, and set sail to the seas
Make note of when flowers bloom, when rain begins to freeze

And perhaps there is nothing else for the rest of forever,
That will come close to us all having been young together 

Or maybe the music never stops, we just dance in and out of doors
Crossing into different paths onto unknown floors

Ordering from new waiters, drinking coffee at unrevealed cafes 
Recalling story after story of the good ol' days












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