Thursday - Fake Nostalgia lyrics

You want to live the old days repeat the past Want to follow in the footsteps of cla**ic men They look so romantic in old pictures You think you're the first? find out. You don't want to be fire that's burning bright for everyone to see But I want to be the spark that gets in you eye A burning fire, but it's alive Want to read the old words inside the books Want to follow in the footsteps of greater thought There's so much more feeling in those old songs You think you're the first? find out. You don't want to be the star set in the sky for everyone to see But I want to be the light that gets in your mind Gets you through the night Gets you through the night Those days we used to dream Growing up and getting out The band set up downstairs is sitting on the porch Up and down the street you hear the music play Cause it's never as it seems on the drive in movie screens Down here our lives are incomplete And the jukebox plays your dreams But they're always on repeat The drunk behind the bar keeps saying it over and over It's always the same As soon as you feel it, the beat starts to fade You think they're calling out your name but it's just some songs refrain that your mother used to sing back in the day