Fighting Nostalgia
Twenty years fighting nostalgia
Most of them arrested youth
Families born, some sever and scatter
Phenoms and failures of learned truths
But that song conjures magic and ageless emotion
Heart swells and gooseflesh and eyes overfilled
We held it all in damned naive fingers
Trying on costumes, forging our sound
The world got small, memoirs trapped in amber
But you can’t go back home when there’s broken ground
Grudges thawed, unboxing relics
Folded pink teasers scrawled in code
Video, blackmail in each frame
Smuggling hooch down Bacardi Road
Parents gone, mourned now but prayed then
Four-wheeling, held tight, in mud head to toe
Afterschool smiles came so easy
Discovery set our thin skin aglow
Once passing the time, but now getting passed by it
Revisionists projecting characters
We held it all in damned naive fingers
Trying on costumes, forging our sound
The world got small, memoirs trapped in amber
But you can’t go back home when there’s broken ground
What then seemed so black and white all blurs to grey now
Tracking our footprints in oversized shoes
We hold it all in white-knuckled fingers
Wearing out costumes and organs we drowned
The world recalls, but memory’s better
Our homecoming queen’s each year re-crowned
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