Good Days Are Over

Looking over my shoulder Remember what I told ya The thoughts in my mind They seem be so much colder I whisper to the call of the night I wonder if it'll ever feel right Like a line in a script I'm caught up in the spotlight I like being out of control Feel it wash right over my soul Breaks apart my reckless desire for self control I'm not that sentimental I'm pretty maladjusted I'm just a messy misfit Trying hard to be self-conceited Good days are over Good days Good days are Good days are over Good days are They're over Good days are Good days are over Good days are over Good days are Good days are Good days are over Good days are Good days are Good days are over