In the Good Old Days

I am yet to have the good old days It has just been just wishes of death To give me one big rest When I have money I am way too drunk When I am poor I am way too sad In the Good Old Days I had dreams of the better days Tommorrow never came Today never set yesterday never stayed. I hope these are not my good old days I am still on my old ways Getting lost in my dreams I cant find a real place If it downhill from here Id rather death steaal me away