Better Days

I remember dreaming of better days
Not brilliant days, nor awesome ones either
I never wanted to shoot for the stars
Take it all in as if aiming that much higher
Spending my days in this day-dreaming way
Invented people I thought I would be, and ways I wondered I'd grow
But looking back now to those days wasted dreaming
And one thing is startlingly clear
That whilst we're together I no longer need days to be better
And I'm no longer imagining away years.