Oh, she’s a killer A knife-shaped ***** She’ll rip through your guts In the rain-stained Metro station Down-town east-end Blood spills on the bathroom floor And she just smiles Beautiful And familiar Walking along Coffee in hand Going to work When she hits you fast Black arrow to the eye-brow without warning Stamped in the carpet Cigarette-**** burned and bruised And just when you thought you could be ok **** you, Nostalgia! You know just how to play me Just where to slice me All the right words At all the wrong times I’m a sucker for your curved blade I wear your scars and curse your name Nostalgia **** me quietly I am always, only, ever yours.