Fuck Nostalgia

Strung out, bummed out, hung out to dry
Taled up, shut down, cut down to size
I can’t make it, I can’t make it, I can’t seem to make ends meet
I can’t stand it, I can’t' stand it, I can’t stand my own two feet
No order, no balance, no peace
No saving grace, no calm of mind
The only time I can call my own are the times I’ve left behind
Picked up, put down, left out to die
Turnt up, turned down, kicked out, that’s life
I can’t make it, I can’t make it, I can’t seem to make ends meet
I can’t stand it, I can’t' stand it, I can’t stand my own two feet
No order, no balance, no peace
No saving grace, no calm of mind
The only time I can call my own are the times I’ve left behind