I saw that photo of All of us sitting on that couch Should make me happy but I'm here wondering where they are now Cruel nostalgia Held on too tight White knuckled fist fight With how fast time moves I'm tapping out, I know how this goes down I'll always lose to cruel nostalgia Cruel Nostalgia Makes me wanna drive to those old places Open up the door to the same faces Even though i know that chasing ghosts Is a dead end road to Cruel nostalgia Cruel Nostalgia Oh I'm trying Don't know why I can't Let the past be the past, be the past Oh there's something so hard about that Callin it what is doesn't mean that I wish I could do it different if I went back We're not who we were before and That kinda hurts me more Memories killin me Why do you gotta be so Cruel, Nostalgia Why you gotta be so Cruel, Nostalgia Cruel Nostalgia Cruel And now we're strangers The teenagers that we were both lied Said we'd never forget a birthday But I'm late, dang, and now it feels like Cruel nostalgia Cruel Nostalgia