Are you my friend from way back when?
Are you somebody I knew?
I'm a s**er for old nostalgia
And I am a s**er for you
Old cars I drive, blast my 45s
That is all the stereo plays
But be no more the tired old bore
Reminiscing 'bout the good old days
So pray, pretty please, there is for me
Something so much better
Or at least, if you could
Something just as good
The people pa**, and I'm looking back
This weight on my shoulders
Still clinging to the memory of you
When every day I get older
So pray, pretty please, there is for me
Something so much better
Or at least, if you could
Something just as good
Like having a flashback, 10 little heart attacks
Wake up in 2010 and be a 1990s throwback
Like a piece of kitsch, an artifact of hip
Frozen in time
All the wasted tears, the sorrow and regrets
s**ing on the empty beer bottles
And the bu*ts of smoked cigarettes
Like a piece of kitsch, an artifact of hip
Here and now
Am I the rat crawling through the scraps?
Scurries through the garbage dump
Through all the things that once were needed
But have since been used up
So pray, pretty please, there is for me
Something so much better
Or at least, if you could
Something just as good