Conjuring My Youth - Handguns

I saw a ghost of myself down by the river

We always used to throw rocks in

I couldn’t help but sit there, stare up and wonder

Just where the hell that person’s been

Remember those nights never seem to end

Well they did and we’ll never get 'em back again

I don’t, I don’t, feel the same way as I used to

But I guess, I guess, that’s what happens

When you let nostalgia get the best of you, you

Bonfires lit up the dead of the winter

It’s so good to be home again

Watch the sunset with all our friends

We drank away the weekends

We were so naive back then

There’s not one thing that I’d change, I’d live it just the same

And I’d make all the same mistakes

I don’t, I don’t, feel the same way as I used to

But I guess, I guess, that’s what happens

When you let nostalgia get the best of…

Wish I had all the time in the world

To count the stars in the sky, or just waste time

By counting cars passing by

Staring at clouds while questioning life

When I die, bury me by the river

We always used to throw rocks in

I don’t, I don’t, feel the same way as I used to

But I guess, I guess, that’s what happens

When you let nostalgia get the best of you