Nostalgia

I don't get you, I can't forget what you've forgotten all along.
I've never been so alone . . . don't cry out, cease fire. I was pretending your
secret kiss of confidence was my escape, the perfect game to play . . .

Ten nine eight and I'm breaking away, I'm all dressed up
and I'm ready to play. Seven six five four and I'm all over you, counting three
two one and I'm having fun . . . Your fascination, with naked walls of
silk and skin. With no conditions, I needed you to notice . . .

That's all i wanted.