Nostalgia

Sit back. Relax. And imagine it's raining...
Another day in and a day's worth of complaining
From you, from them, all to no end
From side to side from the middle and then...

Everything and everyone shouts, all at once
Feigned  intelligence while wearing caps that say "DUNCE"
Lean to the left, lean to the right
Stuck in the middle and itchin' for a fight

When there's wisdom in comedy
When there's dispute among classes
When there's nostalgia in brutality
It's no wonder there's unrest in the masses

Sit back. Relax. And imagine there's sun
And we're all back in primary education
From you, from them, knowing absolutely nothing
Snotty hand holding snotty hand but knowing one thing...

That in this moment we haven't a care
And life is just a game of truth or dare
Elaborate fortunes were told on paper 
And circles and dots could prevent what was in the air

When there are adults who haven't grown up
When the monsters have come out from under the bed
When what we've stomached is something we should've thrown up
It's no wonder we're all lost in our own heads

Sit back. Relax. And imagine it's snowing
And we're no longer concerned if our hearts are showing
From you, to them, then repeat again and again
Until you can look into their eyes and see that they're glowing