those wonderful days of confusion

Oh, those wonderful days of confusion

drunk

lost

not knowing me

smothered in sugar

spice

fire and ice

living inside a realm of lies

I kept coming up missing

pouring another glass of wine

it drowned out the noises of the world

I had an excuse back then

I could say I didn’t know life

I was young and didn’t understand

that later I’d become an old man

those were my best of times

music from my time sings of

those wonderful days of confusion.

 

 

 

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