Last of the Good Times

The last of the good times are gone now What I once was has changed somehow It's a feeling I don't wanna own what's mine I feel it all But I don't feel the light You opened the door then you shut it, right? It's not about that but it's where I lie In the memory of what's been Brushstrokes cover images A hollowness that I feel Like gossamer on a spinning wheel If I never met you If I never met you Broken glass In the back of the bathroom I cry And people dance Broken glass in The back of the bathroom I cry And people dance The brevity of my undoing A snap of time has made me useless Don't worry I have a deck of bad excuses Four winters come and gone Your prints still pressed on Broken glass In the back of the bathroom I cry And people dance Broken glass In the back of the bathroom I cry And people dance In the memory of those nights The perfect kiss at the perfect time Rose colored thoughts Red color lights The burn of hurt is so stark white The last of the good times are gone now (Broken glass In the back of the bathroom I cry And people dance) What I once was has changed somehow (Broken glass In the back of the bathroom I cry And people dance) I don't wanna own what's mine (Broken glass In the back of the bathroom I cry And people dance) I can't feel the light (Broken glass In the back of the bathroom I cry And people dance) Broken glass In the back of the bathroom I cry And people dance Broken glass In the back of the bathroom I cry And people dance Broken glass In the back of the bathroom I cry And people dance Broken glass In the back of the bathroom I cry And people dance