My last guy he paired well with red wine You would, you would You would pair well with late nights I like how your name sounds When it rolls off my tongue You're bad news boy No games no ploy Take me home with you Let's cut the bullshit now I wear the same perfume Which I wore when I met you Oh nostalgia Nostalgia kills me With daydreams of lovers kissing Oh nostalgia Kills me with dreams of you Oh I keep suppressing, while you're undressing Emotions that I found myself tripping over Time and time again So I swallow back, you keep on asking Unbutton secrets you've tucked away I like how your voice sounds Best against my neck You're bad news boy No games no ploy Take me home with you I wear the same perfume Which I wore when I met you Oh nostalgia Nostalgia kills me With daydreams of lovers kissing Oh nostalgia Kills me with dreams of you Of you You Of you You