I had that same dream again   I dreamed I was an old man dyin' and tryin' to repent   and facing consequences for all the shit I've put up with   But now I've run out of steam   a broken backed nostalgiac   no chance left to redeem   I'm longing for my heyday give me a change to live again      IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN   I WOULD SPEND ALL MY TIME TRYIN' TO REMEMBER WHEN   .....WAS I THAT MUCH HAPPIER THEN?    IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN....       And now I'm older it seems   well at least while I sleep deep within my anxiety dreams   I comb my hair on over   put my teeth in and give a grin   I recollect and reflect   loves lost at too much cost' my conscience full of regret   and if I wake up I hope this better be a better day      IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN   I WOULD SPEND ALL MY TIME TRYIN' TO REMEMBER WHEN   .....WAS I THAT MUCH HAPPIER THEN?    IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN....       The real truth of youth is innocence is a blessed and a cursed simulcast    The simple fact is that I'm sick of every song that dwells on the past   But still I go on writing    how long can my discontentment last?      When I wake from my dream    reality kicks in and I grinned just wonderin' what it means    the whole world screams "grow up"    and I know I can, but I don't know when!