Toxic Nostalgia – Gashley's Ghost
Genre Rock

LYRIC
Toxic Nostalgia

The face of a father
As he's mourning his daughter
Like she's already long gone

She listens, the sister
While they're speaking in whispers
And prays that they're all wrong

So I'll present them with a montage
Of our least polluted memories
I'm bringing you fake roses
So you know just what you mean to me
You're absent from our pictures
You were never really there
I'm growing you an ulcеr
Just to show how much I care

Why do I bother
Why do I fucking care

How can this bе life?
I can't believe what's in my sight
If I take one more step
I think that I just might
Taste the bullet or the knife
Tie a rope to end the fight
All that's left is just mess
And I pray it's all a test
Because this just can't be my real life
Late at night
I fantasize
And visualize
Incisions
I'll never make
Frozen with doubt
Or classic
Indecision
Her world contracts
The walls are closing in
And she can't breathe
He's losing his composure
How much more before he leaves

One last shot
That'll hit the spot
Begging my brain to make my heart stop
Just one more minute
Fingers crossed
We're finished
We had a good run
But I'm done
I've reached my limit

I'll present them with a montage
Of our least polluted memories
I'm bringing you fake roses
So you'll know just what you mean to me
You're absent from our pictures
You were never really there
I'm growing you an ulcer
Just to show how much I care
Why do I bother
Why do I fucking care

Why do I bother

With a mannequin stare
And two lungs void of air

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