I am getting older And it's like I'd rather be recreating Moments from memory Than accept living out the rest of my youth
Terminally nostalgic, objective It's the way that things should have been
Every feeling's been felt And nothing is ever funny anymore Shamed to be a first draft I want to be more than a point of reference To all of the other Figures of my younger years It's something misleading That makes me so Terminally nostalgic, objective It's the way that things should have been
I just want to be alone Nothing makes sense till its gone One winged angel help me feel Something current something real Retrospectively I see I need more than there was Retrospectively I see I can make my own memory
