Back then I was only ever halfway there
But I acted like I didn't care about that
So back at the flat
You met me at the foot of the stairs
I was starin' at my shoes
Expecting bad news
When you yawned and let me in
But that was years ago
And now nobody knows
What kind of state we're in
Can't tell the good times from the bad
Can't count the good times that we had
Can't tell the good times from the bad
Can't tell anymore
I know hindsight is a dangerous thing
But all I wanna do is sing about that
And as a matter of fact
The bells are starting to ring
I was getting out of hand
Always hanging with the band
Still you yawned and let me in
But that was years ago
And now nobody knows
What kind of state we're in
Can't tell the good times from the bad
Can't count the good times that we had
Can't tell the good times from the bad
Can't tell anymore
Can't tell the good times from the bad
Can't count the good times that we had
Can't tell the good times from the bad
Can't tell anymore
Can't tell the good times from the bad
Can't count the good times that we had
Can't tell the good times from the bad
Can't tell anymore
Can't tell the good times from the bad
Can't count the good times that we had
Can't tell the good times from the bad
Can't tell anymore
Can't tell the good times from the bad
Can't count the good times that we had
Can't tell the good times from the bad
Can't tell anymore