My legacy, a string of losses

My god, I ask

How can you do this?

You made the sun

The world, your canvas

With all this I can see how I'm unimportant

In this dream

I am warm

There are hands in my hair

And it's good to be there

I wave my hand and nothing happens

I set my scene and I can't play it

I'd leave it to you but

It would turn out backwards

I'd like to believe you're not just reckless

And you are

Nostalgic while you are still living this

And it all

Snuck up while you weren't looking

And you are

Nostalgic while you are still living this

And you're sure

This is how you know you're living