Nostalgia is a Drug

I was all wet from the rain Losing my mind in a park Sitting on the swing till dawn The summers I saw more sunrises Than the back of my eyelids Slipping quietly amongst the vampires sleeping under the overpass If Nostalgia is a drug, I'm overdosing So I cling to porcelain Gods begging for forgiveness You can't take back what time takes away And when you walk down memory lane those things you hold dear will no longer be there There's a story only I can tell Standing on the sidewalk alone