The Days Are Gone.

The days are gone, the days are gone.

No more crying over spilled milk.

No more bubble baths or night lights.

No more meals being spoon-fed,

No more kisses goodnight.

I miss the reverb coming from your lips

When i was your pride and joy,

But now those days are gone

And instead i cry like a little a boy.

The days are gone, the days are gone.

It matters not the things I do or who I’m with

For the only thing that can console me

Are depressing lyrics by The Smiths.