Bad Nostalgia
It's in my grandma's house
In her glass bowl of treats
It's elementary school hopscotch
The sound of skipping feet on concrete
It's the memory card slot on the
Playstation 2
It's the day that I fell out of love with you
Low tempo songs and hotel rooms
Bring an impending sense of doom
Tins of food atop the fireplace
Reminder that I'm afraid of change
(Start Level One, One)
I've got bad nostalgia
It's a little bit like trauma but
The scent is not the same
There's something beautiful
Inside the queasy stomach moments
Reminiscing in the worst type of way
It's in the school uniforms
Inside the dirty windows
It's in the geometric fish tank
That took so many souls
It's in the empty theatre
Full of velvet seats
It's looking in the mirror staring back at me
Oh the yellow trees, the patchwork quilts
Bring me an angry kind of guilt
After dinner mints and polished floors
Why do I feel like I've been here before?
(Start Level One, One)
I've got bad nostalgia
It's a little bit like trauma but
The scent is not the same
There's something beautiful
Inside the queasy stomach moments
Reminiscing in the worst type of way
I've got bad nostalgia
It's a little bit like trauma but
The scent is not the same
There's something beautiful
Inside the queasy stomach moments
Reminiscing in the worst type of way
In her glass bowl of treats
It's elementary school hopscotch
The sound of skipping feet on concrete
It's the memory card slot on the
Playstation 2
It's the day that I fell out of love with you
Low tempo songs and hotel rooms
Bring an impending sense of doom
Tins of food atop the fireplace
Reminder that I'm afraid of change
(Start Level One, One)
I've got bad nostalgia
It's a little bit like trauma but
The scent is not the same
There's something beautiful
Inside the queasy stomach moments
Reminiscing in the worst type of way
It's in the school uniforms
Inside the dirty windows
It's in the geometric fish tank
That took so many souls
It's in the empty theatre
Full of velvet seats
It's looking in the mirror staring back at me
Oh the yellow trees, the patchwork quilts
Bring me an angry kind of guilt
After dinner mints and polished floors
Why do I feel like I've been here before?
(Start Level One, One)
I've got bad nostalgia
It's a little bit like trauma but
The scent is not the same
There's something beautiful
Inside the queasy stomach moments
Reminiscing in the worst type of way
I've got bad nostalgia
It's a little bit like trauma but
The scent is not the same
There's something beautiful
Inside the queasy stomach moments
Reminiscing in the worst type of way
Credits
Writer(s): Liberty Joy Offord
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