Nostalgia Cycle

I miss the way I felt when I had no regrets

The way the drugs would feel when they were hard to get

The problem is simple, nostalgia cycle

My mind is in a fight against the time that I have left

Hmm, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, yeah

Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time

And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time

I miss the way I felt when I had no regrets

Before I lost myself in so much random sex

Sleepin' with strangers, ignorin' the dangers

Scribble my past out, I scrubbed these erasers

Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, yeah

Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time

And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time

And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time

And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time, hmm

My soul is spent

I live with no regrets

I can't forget

But you wouldn't understand

You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand