G.o.d. (good Old Days) Lyrics - All The Pain Money Can Buy - Fastball

I've been thinking 'bout the good old days 

Decorated in a candy glaze 

Each pretty ink blot pane 

L tells a different tale 

Each photo on the mantle, sweet memories that never will go stale 

I've been climbing up the walls again 

Living with a memory that might have been 

So pick me up on a weekday night 

We get together and ride around in a black and white 

I've been thinking 'bout the good old days 

My silly clothes and my silly ways 

Each drunken drugstore purchase, each chemical advance 

Seven days a weekend and every day the same old dizzy dance 

So pick me up on a weekday night 

We get together and ride around in a black and white 

I've been thinking 'bout the good old days 

My silly clothes and my silly ways 

Each drunken drugstore purchase, each chemical advance 

Seven days a weekend and every day the same old dizzy dance