That Was The Old, This Is The New
It was a late January night
The memories tricking me out of the light
if I hadn’t learned nothing better from time
Those nicotine dreams could’ve made me go blind
CHORUS
Yeah that was the old
And don’t it sound good?
But you know it’s death
And now I am new repeat chorus
The habit was our rabbit down the hole
Our mind would click and we’d find a place to go
But we don’t have to run out anymore
We’ll stay inside, not be old Nico’s whores
Yeah that was the old
And don’t it sound good?
But you know it’s death
And now you are new repeat chorus
The air is so clean around me all day
The sun is so bright I get to go play
The strings of guitar, not nicotines game
Cause that was the old, and I’m not the same
Yeah that was the old
And don’t it sound good?
But you know it’s death
Remain the new you repeat chorus
D jones