I might be poor but what I got can't be bought
You might be sore coming here to rot
Are you lost
I bet nostalgic
I'd hope for your sake not
Do you hide in someone else's wake
No personality or love just toxic waste
All you are is media controlled
Coped up on attention and phones
Are you mad
I bet you're sad
Reading text on your screen.

are you reading this?
are you really here?
do you not show fear?
confront me dear
gather your wits about
you have time to plan
before you shout
and show your hand
are you reading this?
are you really sitting there?
did it occur you're wasting time?
no, not at all
that'd be out of your mind
and into my grasp
or maybe more
depends on who's there
knocking at my door

Nostalgia, oh nostalgia
Its you my dear
I've waited so long
To have you here
Now that I do
♥♥♥♥ off.