her blade is keen when held down by an angel pose her talons can't be foreseen When the nightmare initiates from a rose and this hale nostalgia grows
and feel sad 'Cause the spaces between my fingers Are right where yours fit perfectly I'll find repose in new ways Though I haven't slept in two days 'Cause cold nostalgia
the days growing up and the first person you kiss And as I think back makes me wonder how The smell from a grill could spark up nostalgia All the kids
the mat I'm your number one from now on Set the code, close the door You don't live there anymore I'm your number one from now on Nothing grows so
"Oh, look at me," that sweet boy's plea His mother cried, "My child's tied his laces" Why must we move on from such happy lawns Into nostalgia's palm
of the triumph of trash Trash is the product of greed Selfishness planted the seed Everybody knows Money makes it grow Trash is the product of greed Trash needs nostalgia
Riding through nostalgia, shaking memories by the mile The city lights are closing in on him And the distance grows shorter for a while Still he wonders
hits so close to home, We all got friends but we stand alone, And your on your own From a broken home, You keep the truth inside And it stays unknown. Nostalgia
see But I want to be the light that gets in your mind Gets you through the night Gets you through the night Those days we used to dream Growing up
we made our plans to meet tonight under street lights of suburban U.S.A. nostalgia that I keep on playing on the mix will play that life made for you
I wish you would say, then you whispered to me said I missed you, as I silently basked in your words, these eight letters that keep me from growing,
have a passion for fashion but are sincere like a statue and if you have to choose I am gonna lose I always do we always do nostalgia is drunk and
choke The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows
you were young The disappointment of success Hangs from your shoulders like a hand-me down dress And down nostalgia's rocky road You watch your former lovers growing
mind What will you find to say? Old faces in my wardrobe So many I've not seen Memories to look back on people I've been Dead love on faded carpets Nostalgia grows
I was an old man dyin' and tryin' to repent Facing consequences and all the shit, I've put up with Now I've run out of steam, a broken backed nostalgia