I am getting older
And it's like I'd rather be recreating
Moments from memory
Than accept living out the rest of my youth

Terminally nostalgic, objective
It's the way that things should have been

Every feeling's been felt
And nothing is ever funny anymore
Shamed to be a first draft
I want to be more than a point of reference
To all of the other
Figures of my younger years
It's something misleading
That makes me so
Terminally nostalgic, objective
It's the way that things should have been

I just want to be alone
Nothing makes sense till its gone
One winged angel help me feel
Something current something real
Retrospectively I see I need more than there was
Retrospectively I see I can make my own memory