Myopic Nostalgia

I like the way you make me cry
It's sadistic, the way you lie
I come back, every time
There's nothing I wouldn't choose to do
For you

It's not that I don't look for you
If you asked me to
I would
If you asked me to
I would
Myopic nostalgia
Myopic nostalgia
Myopic nostalgia
Myopic nostalgia

Eyes so blue, they turn grey
Tried to run but you're never far away
Ugh

It's not that I don't look for you
If you asked me to
I would
If you asked me to
I would
Myopic nostalgia
It's not that I don't look for you
If you asked me to
I would
If you asked me to
I would
Myopic nostalgia
Myopic nostalgia
Myopic nostalgia
Myopic nostalgia