Nostalgia

i could see you crying as i sighted down the barrel of the gun.
i know you thought about the thing that you'd become.
i know that you can see just what is left of me.
yeah, nostalgia.

opened doors, you'd dare descend.
be my one and only friend.
misery and decadence.
open up and let me in.

i heard you scream the words.
oh, how you made them run.
but there's nothing sweeter than when you're
looking down the barrel of the gun.
your bourgeois dementia reminds you of the things you've done.
yeah, nostalgia.

yeah, free time.
why do you deny your youth?
you can't do what i improve. nostalgia.
come and smile, come and grin.
say you'll always be my friend.
open doors and dare descend.
open up and let me in.

you could see me smiling as i pointed down the barrel of the gun.
i know you thought about the wicked things you've done.
i know you didn't care about the childhood we shared.
i guess you know it makes a far and fickle fate.
yeah, nostalgia.