Looking through the attic and I stumbled across
The thoughts I never knew you had
Notes that fill the pages of the books that you read
Words I wish you would have said
Like, School will never matter half as much as they say.
And Drinks are for the good and bad.
And Happiness depends on how you handle the day.
And Love is really sort of sad.
When I see the sun sinking low
On the southwest horizon
And there's no use in lying
The way I see it
Cause inside, I'm turning red
Like an amp from the 60's
Like a page from the history
In my head
My old man
My old man
My old man
And nobody listens
But everyone's talking
And everyone's talking right now
And I see the sun sinking low
On the southwest horizon
And I can see that you're dying
And you should know
That inside, I'm turning red
You're an amp from the 60's
You're a page from the history
In my head
My old man
My old man
My old man
My old man
My old man

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