You’re sitting at home
These visions in your head
You’re all alone
With your mind just full of dread
You start to wonder
Why it’s like it was before
You’re going under
In your own personal war

All you’ve got are these memories
Repeated visions of what you’ve done
I can’t help you if you’re not telling me
You start to wonder where it’s all gone

Depressing your ego
With visions of the past
You won’t let me go
And that’s all I ask
Your time’s been wasted
Trying to repeat all the good times
It’s me that you hated
But you kept ignoring all the signs

All you’ve got are these twisted visions
Repetition, repetition of what you’ve done
I can’t help you make your decision
Strange to be nostalgic when you’re only 21*

*lifted word for word from the Partisans ‘Only 21’ – because it’s a great line!