Oh nostalgia, sweet reminder of the past and its perfection
How I despise the moments looking back and thinking
Things were wonderful
Yet with knowledge gained and lovers lost and things turned on its back
I can no longer look back with glazed eyes
Only with wondering, wandering eyes searching for the clues
Of his wandering eyes and his questioning looks towards me
Nostalgia no longer defines the feeling I get when I look at pictures
And see that the boy I was with was looking at her
And to see that the boy she was with was looking at me