Nostalgia ain’t what it used to be
let’s pick over the broken seams. nostalgia
I only came here to talk.
But you wouldn’t know what that means.

In your eyes, I see lights
and they make me nervous.
An ambulance flashes by
but it only sounds clear when it’s near.

Your coffee must be bitter
for you to make that face.
Your problem is no caffeine
you don’t even know there’s a race.

Now it’s time for me to go
but you were never really here.
I need to ship out and reach my flow
I never found it these wasted years.