Enemy- I carry it with me
Wilting in the half-light – wasting away
Longing for what?
There’s nothing here to want
Just bitter nostalgia-
There’s nothing here that’s true
Could this be all?
You grow and I fade
This thing that I’ve made isn’t you
Longing for what?
There’s nothing here to want
Just bitter nostalgia-
There’s nothing here that’s true
Could this be all?
The enemy is me
This thing that I’ve longed for isn’t real
Breezy but thoughtful pop songwriting doesn’t get any more solid than this! Perfect for driving along the beach with the windows down, feeling wistful. Single Lash