I am too old to recreate my childhoodnI am too young to complain that it's gonenBut it's gonennWhenever I get a nostalgia trip nI just can't help but wonder hownProving that I'll always want the past nNever helped me beforenAnd I want it so badnBut logic never helped me beforennIf it'll never get resolved, why argue?nTime, either take me back or move me forward faster I can't take this worst age to be at now but at the same time I'm happy herennI'm always contradicting myself so much nIn justifying my want to be somewhere or sometime elsenAnd I want it so badnBut logic never helped me before