Long long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
We tell stories, all night we retell histories past, and I don't know if they were that fantastic or if there's nothing new to say. We sit in a bar that was once the place for our regular club; the memories pile onto what was once a dance floor; we are older now, it is but a bar.
There's a new generation hanging on our ankles now; we are still the children we were. Some things never change and I love that they don't.
But I also love that they stay where they belong. I have another life now. And we can't go home, again.
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