Do you remember those bright, unburdened, lazy days,
Depraved, half-winded, crazy days,
Days devoid of wit or wisdom,
The heady taste of hedonism.

The youthful taste of wine and weed,
Songs at sunrise, spilling seed,
Days our branching thoughts were grown in,
Psilocybin, serotonin.

Those were days
When I thought days were endless
Those were days
We had to drink our restless hearts to sleep.
Those were days.