NOSTALGIA

Nostalgia, it ain't what it used to be, not dedicated to the ex.

Nostalgia ain't what it used to be, okay?

Whose ashtrays are they anyway?

Your rose-coloured glasses are the way,

Gilding those dim, dark, distant days,

All this romantic, foggy haze,

Wasn't that great, let's me say,

All water under the bridge these days,

Survivor baggage best kept at bay,

No need for maudlinity today,

Nostalgia ain't what it used to be, okay?

Author's Note

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