Nostalgia is a word
I would use
To call you
As I drop my books
In front you
Blue eyes, gray skies describes you
Pale jeans, no means to ask you
For a dance, maybe two
Club nights back dropped by the moon
Grab your hand we're leaving soon
So I can f*ck you
But my pockets empty now
College fees and student loans
And my lover's back home
Nostalgic notions eat away
Like corrosive oceans
I can't forget the emotions
Just looking at you
I felt like I was floating
Your motions holding me hostage
Heartbeat in higher octaves
But you never stopped blocking
And you never started calling
But I would've started crawling if you just would've asked
But you never noticed me in the back of the class
Where you at?
Now I wonder where you at
Nostalgia is a word
I would use
To call you
I just want to know
What you see
In that dude
I just wanted to be that guy for you
So please see me in a different light
When I ask you out tonight
Nostalgia is a word
I would use
To call you
Nostalgia is the word
I would use
To call you
You make me wonder
If I'll see you again
Again, yeah