Nostalgia

Walking out from your place in downtown
I saw a woman standing waiting for a cab
And I swore I was staring straight at you, my love
But you're gone, you're gone, you're gone

Lipstick stains on the side of your coffee cup
Drinking wine straight from the bottle without a care
Oh, you lost all control, side effects from a broken home
But I tried to mend your soul

I think I'm in love with the thought of you
The memories stayed what I thought was true
Sacrifices that we made and the ways that we have changed
I guess that this is growing up
But I think I'm in love with the thought of you
Nostalgia