Cruel Nostalgia

I saw that photo of
All of us sitting on that couch
Should make me happy but
I'm here wondering where they are now
Cruel nostalgia

Held on too tight
White knuckled fist fight
With how fast time moves
I'm tapping out, I know how this goes down
I'll always lose to cruel nostalgia
Cruel Nostalgia

Makes me wanna drive to those old places
Open up the door to the same faces
Even though i know that chasing ghosts
Is a dead end road to
Cruel nostalgia
Cruel Nostalgia

Oh I'm trying
Don't know why I can't
Let the past be the past, be the past
Oh there's something so hard about that
Callin it what is doesn't mean that I wish
I could do it different if I went back
We're not who we were before and
That kinda hurts me more
Memories killin me
Why do you gotta be so
Cruel, Nostalgia
Why you gotta be so
Cruel, Nostalgia
Cruel Nostalgia
Cruel

And now we're strangers
The teenagers that we were both lied
Said we'd never forget a birthday
But I'm late, dang, and now it feels like
Cruel nostalgia
Cruel Nostalgia



Credits
Writer(s): Frances Litterski, Jonathan Gamble, Olivia Grasso
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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