It’s not that I’m not sure, I am,

 The past was much more fun.

You really had to be there

To see the damage that we’ve done.

It really was more fun to live when we all had real friends

 That weren’t on the internet and mostly all pretend.

We’d wade into the wilderness and soul food would sustain

 Every want we’d ever have and no one would complain. 

Sometimes we’d get so fucking lost

 But I would know the way.

We’d walk so far into the woods

 We’d discover new caves

There was one that might have been a sinkhole

 I called it Big Cave

We always used to visit it

 Young and unafraid.

But now that spot, at my old home

 Is overrun with houses.

We finally figured out a way

 To outpace all the mouses.