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The Good Old Days

from Self Portraits & Self Destruction by Sikes

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    A2. Americunts
    A3. Bloody Knuckles
    A4. Santa Claus. Bloody Mary. Elvis Presley. Jesus Christ. // Ft. Amuck
    A5. Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Not Giving A Fuck
    B1. The Good Old Days
    B2. Perfect Blue // Ft. Crystal Madae
    B3. Royal Wedding // Ft. Basick Sickness
    B4. Paper Football (Re: Old Letters)
    B5. Let Me Sleep
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lyrics

'TIS THE SEASON TO OPEN OLD WOUNDS.
LET MY PAST BLEED OUT AND DROWN MY HAPPINESS WITH GLOOM.
POSITIVITY UNCOMMONLY LOW.
SPENDING ANOTHER HOLIDAY WITH A FAMILY THAT AIN’T MY OWN.
THEY SAY IT GOES DEEPER THAN GENETICS.
“A FAMILY IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT” AND ITS TRUE. YEAH, I GET IT.
BUT THIS IS DIFFERENT. THE ONLY WAY TO UNDERSTAND
IS BY FEELING THE STING FROM THE BACK OF YOUR MOTHERS HAND.
17 YEARS OLD. PACKING MY BAGS.
TOOK ALL THE PIECES OF MY FUTURE, THREW THEM RIGHT IN THE TRASH.
OUT ON MY OWN. FOUND A PLACE TO CALL MY “HOME”
BUT EVER SINCE THERES BEEN A PART OF ME THATS ALWAYS FELT ALONE.

MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST
FILLED WITH THOSE PHOTOS FROM A TIME WHEN LIFE WAS LESS FUCKED UP.
ITS NOT WORTH IT TO WASTE ONE TEAR.
ITS NOT WORTH IT TO WASTE ONE TEAR.
MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST
FILLED WITH THOSE PHOTOS FROM A TIME WHEN LIFE WAS LESS FUCKED UP.
ITS NOT WORTH IT TO WASTE ONE TEAR.
BECAUSE THOSE DAYS ARE GONE. YEAH, ITS PERFECTLY CLEAR.

THAT THOSE “GOOD OLD DAYS” WERE NEVER GOOD AT ALL.
NO, THOSE “GOOD OLD DAYS” WERE NEVER GOOD AT ALL.

THE DAYS TURNED INTO WEEKS. THE WEEKS TURNED INTO MONTHS.
THE MONTHS TURNED INTO FIVE YEARS AND DRIED UP TEAR DUCTS.
SEVERED CONNECTIONS. I’VE CUT ALL TIES.
AND NOW I COULDN'T EVEN SAY IF MY MOM WAS DEAD OR ALIVE.
THE SUN SET AND IT NEVER CAME BACK.
MY EARTHS ROTATION STOPPED SO I STAYED ON THIS DARK PATH.
DUG A DEEP HOLE AND PUT MY PAST IN THE GRAVE.
AND TO THIS DAY I'M STILL HIDING. STILL RUNNING AWAY.
I’VE GOTTEN COMFORTABLE WITH BEING ALONE.
I'VE GOTTEN COMFORTABLE WITH EMPTINESS BECOMING MY HOME.

MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST
FILLED WITH THOSE PHOTOS FROM A TIME WHEN LIFE WAS LESS FUCKED UP.
ITS NOT WORTH IT TO WASTE ONE TEAR.
THOSE DAYS ARE GONE. YEAH, ITS PERFECTLY CLEAR..
MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST.
UNDER LOCK AND KEY. I'LL NEVER OPEN IT UP.
MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST .
JUST LET THE COBWEBS COVER IT UP.

REAL TALK. I WALK THE WALK LIKE A NEEDLE ON A RECORD.
SKIP, SKIP, SKIPPIN' PAST THE PARTS I WANNA HEAR.
THOSE DAYS ARE GONE, YEAH ITS PERFECTLY CLEAR.

THAT THOSE “GOOD OLD DAYS” WERE NEVER GOOD AT ALL.
NO, THOSE “GOOD OLD DAYS” WERE NEVER GOOD AT ALL.

MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST
FILLED WITH THOSE PHOTOS FROM A TIME WHEN LIFE WAS LESS FUCKED UP.
ITS NOT WORTH IT TO WASTE ONE TEAR.
THOSE DAYS ARE GONE. YEAH, ITS PERFECTLY CLEAR.
MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST.
UNDER LOCK AND KEY. I'LL NEVER OPEN IT UP.
MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST.
JUST LET THE COBWEBS COVER IT UP.

THOSE “GOOD OLD DAYS” WERE NEVER GOOD AT ALL.
NO, THOSE “GOOD OLD DAYS” WERE NEVER GOOD AT ALL.

MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST.
UNDER LOCK AND KEY. I'LL NEVER OPEN IT UP.
MY PAST IS IN A BOX COLLECTING DUST.
JUST LET THE COBWEBS COVER IT UP.

credits

from Self Portraits & Self Destruction, released October 23, 2012
Vocals & Lyrics: Sikes
Programming/Synth: Brian Howe
Live Drums: Joey Solak
Guitars/Bass: Josh Escoto
Scratches/Cuts/Efx: Matt Donnelly

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