Swimming in Nostalgia
You let me carry the doll with the disease
I'll treasure her forever
Drive with me, eyes closed, but it's okay
I think we know where we are going
But suddenly I'm washed with a feeling
an instinct t take a short little glance, and when I do, the bears are after us
Run
Away
Drive so slow
Like a deer in the headlights, but darker and larger and faster
They're after us
Ancestors with angers built up
They know what we've done, and they're coming for us
Take me home, before they catch me