longing
trying to catch up with my moods
losing my mind to feelings i can't describe
longing for a time that wasn't even that good
but the music, oh... the music was so alive
gig every weekend - sweaty, barely breathing
squashed in the mosh pit with a cracked rib
yet full of bliss, singing and screaming
the "good old days", where i used to live
i get stuck in my head, still there, for days
living in a fantasy world created to escape
i'm regressing again - time travelling, if i may
no matter the pace, forward is our fate
losing my mind to feelings i can't describe
longing for a time that wasn't even that good
but the music, oh... the music was so alive
gig every weekend - sweaty, barely breathing
squashed in the mosh pit with a cracked rib
yet full of bliss, singing and screaming
the "good old days", where i used to live
i get stuck in my head, still there, for days
living in a fantasy world created to escape
i'm regressing again - time travelling, if i may
no matter the pace, forward is our fate