Nostalgia Circus

You just appeared

Now you're out of time

In a hall of mirrors

Void of any light

Nowhere near close

To the other side

Stuck in 1995

Then suddenly you're in the sun

That's where you said you feel as one

But just as soon as the feeling comes

It disappears

Brand new veneer, nothing of substance behind it

Cut off your ear, now you're Van Gogh-like

The coast is clear but here comes the tide

Washing all the blood off of your knife

Acting like you're not on the run

Saying it's over when it hasn't begun

Doing what's already been done

A bunch before

Somewhere lost in the sand

Is the key

That you had in your hand

When you left for the beach

So take a year or two to decide

But changing gears just killed the vibe

Not too revered to criticize

Pretending the past is still alive

Now words are rolling off your tongue

As if there's meaning found in even one

Maybe you should go find someone

Who'll pretend to care