Nostalgic Hangover from Temporal Temperament by The heartless Artichokes

saw you tonight
Waiting at the bus stop
While I was driving by
I remember a time
where I would've stopped
And offered you a ride

But I know if I did that now
You'd be quick to remind me
That that time is gone
You'd be quick to tell me
To move it right along

So that's what I do
And as you eased of view
I thought about the old times
And let the nostalgia poison my mind

And on my way home
I make an unexpected stop at the liquor store
And Bought the rum
you said you didn't want me drinking

And when I got home
I poured the bottle down my throat
Flushing out one poison with another

• Acoustic
• anti-folk
• folk punk
• lofi
• singer-songwriter
• Ypsilanti