Declaring War on Nostalgia

We live our lives like the guitar break in "Bang yer

head", beautiful and melodic and ready to explode. And

goddamn, we looked good, our hair messed just right and

our hearts were invincible while we sang songs about love

and regret, distance and loss, heartache and failure. And

I still hear angels, but you are long gone. Now they sing

a funeral song telling of all I did wrong. And I just

want to go back to when we didn't have to drink ourselves

to sleep, back to when our dreams didn't weigh us down,

back to when each day didn't feel like something we just

survived.