Some girls always try To make it hard to leave Lace your boots up boy You can't resole your soul Think about the past so much Nostalgia was your favorite crutch To use to get around To cut in front of line To make the feeling stick To burn your buildings down Those threads of memories I pull to get to you Though little steps I took Can't trace them back again How can you feel regret For things that haven't happened yet? Some girls always try To make you see yourself Think about the past so much Nostalgia was your favorite crutch To use to get around To cut in front of line To make the feeling stick To burn your fucking buildings down