Nostalgia Soaks Through My Bones
I walk through the doors
Instantly it feels like home
Pieces of you everywhere
I begin to roam
No clocks, no windows
Swirls of cigarette smoke
People coming and going
Everyone going for broke
Nostalgia begins to
Soak through my bones
Though all I can hear are
The slot machine tones
Take your kid to work day
Always brought us here
The memories rain upon me
So many I hold dear
It's nice to feel close to you
That's something I miss
I look towards the sky
And blow you a kiss
Instantly it feels like home
Pieces of you everywhere
I begin to roam
No clocks, no windows
Swirls of cigarette smoke
People coming and going
Everyone going for broke
Nostalgia begins to
Soak through my bones
Though all I can hear are
The slot machine tones
Take your kid to work day
Always brought us here
The memories rain upon me
So many I hold dear
It's nice to feel close to you
That's something I miss
I look towards the sky
And blow you a kiss
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Writer(s): Talyn Fiore
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