Day Drunk

Nostalgic Reflections: Embracing Change in City Vibes
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Lyrics

I got day drunk and watched as my city got younger

I experienced intoxication during the day and observed my city undergoing a rejuvenation.

On the steps of the ford lofts across from the theater

I was situated on the steps of the Ford lofts, opposite the theater.

Where I was a contender now none of that matters

While I used to be a significant competitor, those achievements are now irrelevant.

The kids have new heroes and new dreams to get shattered

The younger generation has new idols and aspirations that are prone to disappointment.

I wouldn't change a thing about the way it went down

I wouldn't alter any part of the events that transpired.

Sixteen years of memories built on a town

Sixteen years of memories are rooted in this town.

That nobody will know just how a cool kid can drown

People may not realize the challenges a popular kid faces and how they can metaphorically drown in their own reputation.

In a pool of his own hype and beer

This drowning occurs in a mixture of excessive self-promotion and alcohol.


Goodbye

Farewell or parting salutation.


It's the most perfect time and the weather is perfection

The current moment is ideal, and the weather is flawless.

My life in the dark is now bright as the reflection

My life, previously in darkness, is now bright like a reflection.

The store window he worked '77

Reference to a store window where someone worked in 1977.

Now millions of snapshots will shoot through my brain

Countless memories will rush through my mind.

Push through the dark like that underground train

Overcoming challenges like an underground train moving through darkness.

Just as real as the blood pumping fast through my veins

The vividness of these memories is as real as the blood coursing through my veins.

Just as real as I'm standing here

The reality of the moment is emphasized, standing in the present.


Goodbye

Farewell or parting salutation.

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