A restless ghost that hasn't let me sleep a single night. Possessed my thoughts and told me everything would be alright. I watched my world crumble in front of me. In front of me. Collect composure, gather every single thought. Expecting every hopeful tragedy, Whether or not I invite the sweet depths of dispair. While the victim tells myself when there's nostalgia in the air. Now my nostalgia gets the best of me. (Leave me to my suffering.) Now my nostalgia gets the best of me. (Fall victim to anything.) Is this really what I most deserve? Left to run without my final words. In this house where all my demons pace, I still could never leave this place. I still could never leave this place. Now my nostalgia gets the best of me. (Leave me to my suffering.) Now my nostalgia gets the best of me. (Fall victim to anything.) I can feel something flowing through the air. It has such a strange nostalgia that no human here could bear. Erase my thoughts, take the air from my lungs. My heartbeat is fading slowly. Oooooh. They rinse it down, what's left of me. They rinse it down, what's left of me. Run. Run from here as fast as you can. Run. When the path is clear the outcome will be deafening. Now my nostalgia gets the best of me. (Leave me to my suffering.) Now my nostalgia gets the best of me. (Fall victim to anything.)