Ordinary evenings Blasé days repeating Maybe I'm just in-between two meanings Creation still employs me But pa**ion must avoid me Where did all this time go is still the mystery Seeing a past life under streetlight is a harmless distraction if played right Jump the fences, and tap your senses. Remember when you felt alive Keep it back there for when you need it, but don't give in to temptation and feed it It will consume you, just might k** you under its weight d**h by nostalgia Progress quickly slows Straight lines start to bow Cynical thinking creeps in the shadows Too young not to buy A fabricated lie To camouflage the reason why you're not letting go Seeing a past life under streetlight is a harmless distraction if played right Jump the fences, and tap your senses. Remember when you felt alive Keep it back there for when you need it, but don't give in to temptation and feed it It will consume you, just might k** you under its weight d**h by nostalgia