Nostalgia About the Past & Doubts on the Future
Fog,
like the days riding the train,
breath misting the windows,
the fall when you are comfortable with a
sweater and jeans.
It swirls around a little in your stomach, a hint of nausea.
Breathing out,
when you feel
like you screwed up
and there's no going back,
slowly.
It empties you of all good feeling.
Eating just a bit,
it sits in your stomach,
maybe not the healthiest.
You can't breathe in fully.
A bitter aftertaste.
The pain,
of remembering good days and realizing
that they aren't around,
that they left through the window,
a while ago.
What can you do,
there isn't any other option.
You gave it up.
There are sacrifices,
but you feel like the old days weren't a part of it.
To live where you are,
you can't go back.
No second chances,
no doubts.
One way, a shot to fame.
Leaving your life behind.
There isn't anything you'd trade for it.
but did you really bargain,
for this?
like the days riding the train,
breath misting the windows,
the fall when you are comfortable with a
sweater and jeans.
It swirls around a little in your stomach, a hint of nausea.
Breathing out,
when you feel
like you screwed up
and there's no going back,
slowly.
It empties you of all good feeling.
Eating just a bit,
it sits in your stomach,
maybe not the healthiest.
You can't breathe in fully.
A bitter aftertaste.
The pain,
of remembering good days and realizing
that they aren't around,
that they left through the window,
a while ago.
What can you do,
there isn't any other option.
You gave it up.
There are sacrifices,
but you feel like the old days weren't a part of it.
To live where you are,
you can't go back.
No second chances,
no doubts.
One way, a shot to fame.
Leaving your life behind.
There isn't anything you'd trade for it.
but did you really bargain,
for this?