Where did the good times go? Back when the days were long and the nights didn’t bite. When running meant racing the sun— not bills, not ghosts. We were kids chasing daylight down the block, knees scraped raw, laughing like nothing could touch us. Time was soft then. Now time’s got teeth. It chews slow. Spits out years like bones. I wake up tired just to chase another tired day. Stress rides shotgun. Sleep never stays. Every morning sirens in my chest. Songs we used to scream out car windows It hits different now. Back then they hit the ears— now they hit the heart like a fist through drywall. less like music, more like bruises you forgot you had. (Hook / Chorus) Hits different now Don’t feel the same somehow Same song, same town But it hits different now Hits different now Turn it up, turn it down Every memory loud Yeah… it hits different now Where did the good times go? The house stays quiet. Kitchen light buzzing. Dust floating in the air like it’s got nowhere else to be. Phone doesn’t ring. Doors don’t knock. Half the people I love live only in pictures. The rest fade into “remember when.” Sometimes I swear I’m losing pieces of myself like loose change through a hole in my pocket. Family names carved into stone. Friends turning into dates. Now I’m singing to empty chairs. And me— standing in the middle of it all trying not to come undone. (Hook) (repeat — fuller/louder) Hits different now Don’t feel the same somehow Same song, same town But it hits different now Hits different now Turn it up, turn it down Every memory loud Yeah… it hits different now My head floods. Thoughts rushing. Then nothing. Silence. Thick as snow. And in that quiet something shifts. Not pretty. Not clean. More like crawling out of wreckage still breathing. Skin shedding. Old selves cracking off. Beautiful and ugly at the same time. But breathing. Still here. Still grateful. Still asking— where the hell did the good times go?
