borrowing nostalgia Lyrics

This was a ballpark

This was a band pass on your Saturday

Your nearly twice that age

But you remember

Just the same

This was a free throw

This was the low pass on your

Holiday

There isn't a quick escape

A couple of embers

And a glow to stay

Well one don't preach

What one can't peep

My tongue don't reach

What words won't keep

Me up all night but

Just don't teach me

Nothing I could otherwise

Believe

Easy night

Cut from the smoking gun

So much for a chosen one

Well I'm barely having fun

Without you

So one by one

My little pieces

Of what I've done

And what I am become

And I didn't choose

To be so long ago

Something I could slip away

Nothing else I could escape