Days are fleeting I am seeing it all Through rose-colored glass And though I'm not worthy Of your perfect company Love has you blind of all that And when our teeth fall out of our skulls, Best believe all gone are the days Of our youth when We'd cry about our poverty, And we can laugh in a state of decay And all the ways we Planned a swift getaway Without knowing a life past the yard And lady's love lit up like a city, oh Knowing that we wouldn't get very far And when our teeth fall out of our skulls, Best believe all gone are the days Of our youth when we'd fight about everything, And we can laugh in a state of decay And nearly a decade, I didn't feel inclined to say There's no one more brilliant than you And in these findings I'll be reminding That Espeon guided us through And through and through.