aging nostalgia.

Like

Probably, the feeling will grow
You never had this choice before
To actually kill the voices
And now you know
You might miss the call

So you pulled the last three leaves of paper
The same desperate calmness you once wore out
You swore that you would haunt us.

I am a way to lose your skin
Scary is as scary did
I'm too stupid to see
What you'd eventually mean

By the way your barely shaking
It's only you and always will be
No one seems to notice.

A birthday gift to say again
Nostalgia always giving way to aging.