Don’t take me home
nostalgia lingers in my soul
like the taste of that forbidden fruit
like the taste of water and air when drowning
don’t take me home
a survivalist without nostalgia
is a fish out of water
quietly listen to the quest of my heart
as each drift is justified
and each love story
is a battlefield
a bloody fight
I fear
I, the survivalist, fear
becoming nostalgic for love.