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