Fuck Nostalgia Lyrics

Strung out, bummed out, hung out to dry
Talked up, shut down, cut down to size
I can't make it, I can't make it - I can't seem to make ends meet
I can't stand it, I can't stand it - I can't stand on my own two feet

No order, no balance, no peace
No saving grace, no calm of mind
The only times I can call my own are the times I've left behind

Picked up, put down, left out to die
Turnt up, turned down, kicked out, that's life
I can't make it, I can't make it - I can't seem to make ends meet
I can't stand it, I can't stand it - I can't stand on my own two feet

No order, no balance, no peace
No saving grace, no calm of mind
The only times I can call my own are the times I've left behind