Sunset nostalgia backlit by 1990s film grain.
Walks by the sea, but in reality,
it's only a small lakeside.
Beaches are broken bottles and liquor drunk.
River glass so smooth you could skip it as a stone.
What's wrong with living in your dreams?
The echoes can't answer you there, that's what.
Childhood nighttimes and dreams in black and white.
nostalgia is going to collectively **** us all