Like nostalgia's evil twin
Telling me I've lost when I win
You're familiarity breaks in
And makes me feel like a sin
You're a wolf in sheepskin
And your spiral never ends
You're a self fulfilling prophecy
Instilled by a narcissists hypocrisy
Isolation is the rusted key
Giving depth to the dark of your sea
Shut the fuck up and leave me be
Hand me a fucking xanax and tea
