Fake Nostalgia - Thursday

You want to live the old days repeat the past

Want to follow in the footsteps of classic men

They look so romantic in old pictures

You think you’re the first?

Find out

You don’t want to be fire that’s burning bright for everyone to see

But I want to be the spark that gets in you eye

A burning fire, but it’s alive

Want to read the old words inside the books

Want to follow in the footsteps of greater thought

There’s so much more feeling in those old songs

You think you’re the first?

find out

You don’t want to be the star set in the sky for everyone to see

But I want to be the light that gets in your mind

Gets you through the night

Gets you through the night

Those days we used to dream

Growing up and getting out

The band set up downstairs is sitting on the porch

Up and down the street you hear the music play

Cause it’s never as it seems on the drive in movie screens

Down here our lives are incomplete

And the jukebox plays your dreams

But they’re always on repeat

The drunk behind the bar keeps saying it over and over

It’s always the same

As soon as you feel it, the beat starts to fade

You think they’re calling out your name but it’s just some songs refrain

That your mother used to sing back in the day