"colors"

DESCRIPTION: nostalgia is stupid

the colors of the past
why is it that they're so blinding?
but as soon as i turn back to see,
they disappear into the ether.

why is it that the colors
never seem bright in reality?
even back then, i probably
felt the same way too.

why is it that
the only thing i want to do
is listen to the same song
on repeat?

why is it that
the only thing i can do
is reuse that same melody
and daydream?

the colors of the past
they're so bright that it hurts me.
and as soon as i turn around
i realise how stupid i've really been

the colors of the past
how could i look at something so ugly?
forgetting what it was like, i let
that reality become a daydream

i chose to let sweet lies guide me
and so even back then, i was still reminiscing
all this happiness i'm looking back on;
it was never even real in the first place

taking my eyes off the road, i
seem to end up tripping
ah, what an idiot, i'm seriously
yet again beginning to daydream