and then I realized
I never knew if it was scarier to be with or without you

I know more than you think I do
actually, I know everything

i see your insecurities and your nervousness while no one else does
you can't talk about those enemies
because all we're going to hear again
is denial denial denial

other opinions make you sick
and you can't keep up with the society,
in a big crowd of personalities
you can't admit that your identity vanishes
when you have to express yourself
do you know why?
because you've never given yourself some time

at the end i'll give you the illusion I know nothing
and you'll give me the illusion of knowing who you are
we're nothing more than illusions

my friend nostalgia is a liar
their lies keep me up at night
and I think about the memories;
nostalgia says they were better than they seemed
so I'm longing for the past again
but that's the problem
it's nothing more but lies

here's another big problem I have with nostalgia
they never remember me about the imperfections;
the not so pretty parts about you and me
when I wish they would;
because maybe then
I wouldn't long for the past in the way I do now

oh, nostalgia, darling
i don't want to be your friend anymore
but i'll write this last love letter about you