Nostalgia is a drug
One hit and you're fixed
Begging for more of a kick
Harsher ingredients in the mix
All a remix of what came before
Back when your hopes and dreams
Weren't ruined at twenty-four
Buying into the naivety of the scene
They painted the picture
So I am erasing the canvas
Blind to the times which we currently exist
Some things were positive
Some things were negative
But to buy into an illusion is to be addicted to past expositives
An ex-positive, an antidepressant that acts as a suppressant
Dressed to impress
Feeding into the happiness you and I once prepossessed
We all love what once came before
But as we lay weeping on the floor, remember:
Nostalgia is a carnivore, not a mentor