I don’t think I told you
but you’re beautiful the way you are,
I never should have talked so hard about you.
And I don’t think you know it
but I’m struggling now that you are gone,
I’ve got to learn to get along without you.
Whatever happened to the good old days?
Hey, come on over.
Whatever happened to your angel ways?
We’re just a little older.
Sometimes when I’m in my room
the curtains blow but there’s no breeze,
perception sure can be a tease I think so.
Seeing things the way they are
sometimes is more pain than it’s worth,
you’ve always been among the first to let it go.
Whatever happened to security?
Hey babe, come on over.
Whatever happened to your love for me?
We’re just a little older.
And the world’s a little colder,
as it rains and I grow older.
And in the night I still have scary dreams.
In the night, I still wake up with screams.
And in my life, I always will be free,
and it’s alright, it’s just how I’ve got to be.
Overcoming what the world calls sanity,
escaping from reality is just a little trick now.
Everybody’s got their way of dealing with the everyday,
we’ve all got little habits to be kicked now.
Whatever happened to sincerity,
and saying what you think, love?
Whatever happened to the honesty
we always were on the brink of?