My pillows were inviting
My blankets were heaven
My bed was a paradise
Because he was in it.
It's nostalgia.
I remember no problems.
I remember no sadness.
I remember no cares.
I remember no world.
The world disappeared within his eyes.
A fantasy.
Nostalgia.
Only when I drink: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-FHGJdQPy-c
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