Nostalgia Cycle

I miss the way I felt when I had no regrets The way the drugs would feel, they were hard to get The problem is simple, nostalgia cycle My mind is in a fight against the time that I have left Hmm, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, yeah Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time (ah-ah) I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time I miss the way I felt when I had no regrets Before I lost myself in so much random sex I'm sleepin' with strangers, ignorin' the dangers Scribble my past up, I scrubbed these erasers Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, yeah Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time (ah-ah) I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time, hm My soul is spent, I leave no regrets I can't forget, but you wouldn't understand You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand