I feel uneasy between my shoulders
And I'm rushing off the sweetness in my sweat
Dilutes the memory, as it gets colder
A children's game to wake me up if I forget
Then I remember I'll never be what I want to be
And lose my temper over and over
At a half-man
That's what my grandma used to call me
When I was just a boy
And what's a boy to do
But cry because it's true
That I'll never talk to you
And there's a reason the world was made so
You can't be in the same place twice
'Cause if you could then, well, every moment
Would just be a sick roll of the dice
And I could tell you every time you crossed my mind
Nostalgiomania is in my bloodstream
And in this river
And I am drowning
I am just a boy
And what's a boy to do
But cry because it's true
That I'll never talk to you