Five years And I'm clear I don't remember anything I did that year But I think fondly Of being unhappy Why do lilies Smell so sweetly Woozy, wounded, lovesick and sappy So why am I Nostalgic for a time when I wasn't even happy Useless teenage blues I don't miss you Ten years And I fear I'm nowhere I wanted to be I got student loans and a stupid career But I miss hurting Or feeling fucking anything Clutching at coals, flagellating my back Burned me, and turned my heart black So how come I still want that Woozy, wounded, lovesick and sappy So why am I Nostalgic for a time when I wasn't even happy