empty rooms

It feels so strange to walk around this house now, and see those empty rooms so full of memorys.
The living room where we'd chill, and the laughter would take us deep in to the night, the dining room where we'd push back the chairs and turn up the amps till the neighbours were knocking on the door. It seems like now all we ever do is drink and try to convince ourselves nothing ever changed.
When you are lucky enough to be so blesed you don't truly believe it could ever end, all we have now is our nostalgic remarks.... "whatever happened to those times?"
When we were young our stupid little dreams meant everything to us, now our dreams have grown old, we've taken different paths and drifted apart. This house is my past now and i'm leaving it behind, that doesn't mean i'm not grateful for those times, but with my life packed in boxes and and set upon a new path, maybe like the eagles my youth can be renewed.