Prescient of the ending
I'm restarting my beginning
Replacing lost friends with modern twins
Simulacrum vision of who i've been
Take all the clothes you took off me
Sell them with a semblance of nondefeat
To reinvent
How can I be better than my best?
No amount of nostalgia can make us be in love again
I'm not even sure I want this
Lately I've been lackadaisical
Wishing for the people I gave up for awhile
Bite the tongue in your cheek
Swallow the pride behind my teeth
I know you're dissecting this
Pretend the hits feel like a kiss
