Old Habits
Like old friends, they die hardThey're not easy to let go of
Keep wanting to drag them out
Especially when we shouldn't
After all they fit like a glove
That's the one thing we forget
That they are apart of our old selves
Most of the time we can move on
We don't party as much as we once did
We eat healthier or we should
We have to work harder to get ahead
Although we don't play nearly as hard
But every once in a while we go back
Through the old memory banks
Think of the not so good times
Just to remind ourselves that
We were once yound and unstoppable
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