Fuck Nostalgia - Trash Talk

Strung out, bummed out, hung out to dry

Taled up, shut down, cut down to size

I can’t make it, I can’t make it, I can’t seem to make ends meet

I can’t stand it, I can’t' stand it, I can’t stand my own two feet

No order, no balance, no peace

No saving grace, no calm of mind

The only time I can call my own are the times I’ve left behind

Picked up, put down, left out to die

Turnt up, turned down, kicked out, that’s life

I can’t make it, I can’t make it, I can’t seem to make ends meet

I can’t stand it, I can’t' stand it, I can’t stand my own two feet

No order, no balance, no peace

No saving grace, no calm of mind

The only time I can call my own are the times I’ve left behind