These are the days.

These are the days that are supposed to be carefree
These are the days we said we'd be just you and just me
What happened to the juice boxes and nursery rhymes?
Why is it do this, be here, by that time?
Where have we gone? It's all grey and black.
In my mind, we'd have time to give and time to give back
We wouldn't have time to ever look back.

WInding roads lead me down some unwritten paths
I carve for myself in this unscathed life which will pass.
There's no telling where I'll be in a year but all I know
Is I'm going to be just fine, just fine
At the end of this world, at the end of this line.
I know I will be just, just fine.