I can watch you for hours, fishing your skull No where near the hook, I still feel the pull And when I'm forgotten the pain never lulls I'm faced with the hook, the reel and the pull
This is not progress is any proportion Learning nostalgia = distortion I'll never know the degree of contortion Thinking nostalgia equals distortion
You talk in your sleep, it's never been dull And though I don't look, I hear 'til I'm full This state that I'm in, seems like a cul Faced with the hook, the reel and the pull
This is not progress is any proportion Learning nostalgia = distortion I'll never know the degree of contortion Realize nostalgia equals distortion