Nostalgia influences dumb choices
A familiarity that may as well be red glass
You ain’t seeing those flags, sugar

It’s a momentary bandage
For the gaping wound that is loneliness
Afterward, that hole is a little bigger

We tap the glass, on the chance of distraction
Where instant gratification can be had at any moment
For the price of your dignity

When there’s no reason to think tomorrow might be better
Right now’s bad choice looks pretty good
Packaged as a tall, dark, and handsome mistake

– Skaja Evens