Nostalgic Hour

Nostalgic hour visits again
Can’t it all just go away?
I want to look at the future
The past is out of my way.
I want to drive further down
This twisted, windy chase
Watch the eagles fly
Letting me erase
Those memories of hurt
Of every single fight.
The ones left us crying
All through the night.
The beach never felt like home,
But now we look back,
Singing our way through,
Confidence is what I lack.
Even though I’m healing,
Along with all the broken,
Gives us the inspiration
To show beauty that isn’t stolen.
Yet I’m swimming in music
While drowning in coffee.
Trying to sail with my sister
Tattooing our own bodies
With all our hidden scares
That ties us to the past,
Only the beautiful moments
Are the ones we truly want to last.