Often confusing

Uncool

There was a time when we were cool,
Pop bottle in hand, the radio played soul.
But now your gone, thirty and it shows,
Laughing at these boys while ur stuck,
Dreaming of those clouds, while theirs shone,
With the might of a thousand suns, uncool.
You say, as you wipe your rose glasses,
Prim and proper, yearning for the time,
When we were the ones sticking up our fingers,
Striking out on our own.
Cool kids.
Riding the drafts down town,
But now stuck in the traffic of morn.
These empty streets now full,
Of your regrets.
Slow poisons taking you home,
As you see them neon,
Uncool.
You scoff as you jog along,
In your empty song sung by those long gone.
Those so cool.
When we hung out,
And nights were dark if not,
For the neon signs and the cigarette butts,
We smoked, so cool.
Laughing at those that you became,
Uncool.