Nostalgic

[Intro] Backyard fence Hand-me-down shoes Bike on its last breath All I had to lose [Verse 1] Backseat, mom crying at the Walgreens I was in the toy aisle plotting big schemes Lunchbox rusted, name tag peeling Teacher said “dream,” but her eyes said “ceiling” Hand-me-down anger in my dad’s old jacket Ash on the carpet, promise in a packet Whole block yelling through the thin blue walls Cartoons loud, trying to drown missed calls [Chorus] I grew up mad at a world I still miss Bleeding on the same porch I learned to first wish If it didn’t hurt then, would it burn this deep? Nostalgic rage, that’s the fire I keep Yeah, I’m stuck on the days that broke me in Smile in the yearbook, fists in the wind If it didn’t hurt then, would I even speak? Nostalgic rage, that’s the strength I keep [Verse 2] Streetlight buzz, game on the antenna Cousin in cuffs on a hot blue sedan We passed that cruiser every Sunday drive Grandma hummed loud just to keep us alive Birthday cake cut on a stack of past-due Wish list long, but the cash came half through I laugh now thinking how small it seemed Till the rent man came and shattered every dream [Chorus] I grew up mad at a world I still miss Bleeding on the same porch I learned to first wish If it didn’t hurt then, would it burn this deep? Nostalgic rage, that’s the fire I keep Yeah, I’m stuck on the days that broke me in Smile in the yearbook, fists in the wind If it didn’t hurt then, would I even speak? Nostalgic rage, that’s the strength I keep [Bridge] I don’t want it back But I run it back daily (run it back) Old couch, flipped mattress, voice in the static Every scar that they gave me turned cinematic If I ever heal, will the colors all fade? So I hold that ache like a trophy I made (yeah) [Chorus] I grew up mad at a world I still miss Bleeding on the same porch I learned to first wish If it didn’t hurt then, would it burn this deep? Nostalgic rage, that’s the fire I keep Yeah, I’m stuck on the days that broke me in Smile in the yearbook, fists in the wind If it didn’t hurt then, would I even speak? Nostalgic rage, that’s the strength I keep