Bad Nostalgia
I called you but forgot what I said
Nostalgia was rushing into my head
I tried to blame it on my sister
I tried but I just couldn't convince her
Do you hate every song that I write?
We lost it guess I'm sad but not surprised
Do you still have the Christmas candle
I got you sitting on the mantle?
I wonder what happened when I left
This town isn't nothing but evidence
Call me when it's over, middle of October
Man I really loved ya
Call it bad nostalgia
I parked right outside of your house
You weren't there all the lights were out
Back in town but only for the weekend
Love me again and we can call it even
Pass the market, pass the store
I don't go there anymore
Take the long way through this town
Just so I don't think about
I wonder what happened when I left
This town isn't nothing but evidence
Call me when it's over, middle of October
Man I really loved ya
Call it bad nostalgia
Man I really loved ya
Call it bad nostalgia
Hate me, I wont judge ya
Man I really loved ya
Call it bad nostalgia
Hate me, I won't judge ya
I wonder what happened when I left
This town isn't nothing but evidence
Call me when it's over, middle of October
Man I really loved ya
Call it bad nostalgia
Call it bad nostalgia
Call it bad nostalgia
Nostalgia was rushing into my head
I tried to blame it on my sister
I tried but I just couldn't convince her
Do you hate every song that I write?
We lost it guess I'm sad but not surprised
Do you still have the Christmas candle
I got you sitting on the mantle?
I wonder what happened when I left
This town isn't nothing but evidence
Call me when it's over, middle of October
Man I really loved ya
Call it bad nostalgia
I parked right outside of your house
You weren't there all the lights were out
Back in town but only for the weekend
Love me again and we can call it even
Pass the market, pass the store
I don't go there anymore
Take the long way through this town
Just so I don't think about
I wonder what happened when I left
This town isn't nothing but evidence
Call me when it's over, middle of October
Man I really loved ya
Call it bad nostalgia
Man I really loved ya
Call it bad nostalgia
Hate me, I wont judge ya
Man I really loved ya
Call it bad nostalgia
Hate me, I won't judge ya
I wonder what happened when I left
This town isn't nothing but evidence
Call me when it's over, middle of October
Man I really loved ya
Call it bad nostalgia
Call it bad nostalgia
Call it bad nostalgia
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Writer(s): Alyssa Bell
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