Navel Gazey

Nostalgia is catching lightning bugs

The gloomy by and by

Smoke floats above the bayOn the 4th of July

Cool it with your own mythology

So self-obsessed and trite

Gotta commit to the cringe Or let it eat you alive

Guilty pleasures keep me together

The only songs I like Are about being in love or wanting to die

Killing it at faking Like a damn amnesiac

I don’t recall no not at all

But I’m killing it at looking back

Nostalgias overrated Until the wifi goes down

Cable, chord, or wire wow

I guess I’m spinning out

A button from a band I don’t remember being in

A letter from my mom I avoided reading

I was physically peaking With too much to prove

Too much god damn future To look forward to

A ballerina in a box Aching to be twirled

Give me some cash I'll whoop my own ass

In front of the whole world

Killing it at lying

Obsessed with seeming detached

Holy hell now I’m feeling swell

Cuz I’m killing it at looking back

Them red eyed new digital days

My math rock phase

Wasn’t it all a blast

Killing it at looking black