Nostalgia is Sticky

I'm sure all the proms are the same
The same guys hanging on to dear life
At least what they consider it to be
The same girls hanging on to their seams

At least what they hoped it would be.

There's another boy in the parking lot
Walking with his brother to the event
Money organized and glasses tilted down
A hop, skip, and a jump away
From letting go.

At least what they consider it to be

There's a reason why we're so removed
From that moment that we held on to
Waving hello to the camera and goodbye
to the last few moments of control

Here's to that last look in your eyes
The gray that filled the room
That unconscious understanding
A picture of me waving around

I'd take a drink, but I'd spit it up
A song, a rhythm I can't quite grip

A remedy for this melody
A reason to believe
That it all gets better in the end
Where there's no other friend

Other than the idea of that night

My God, I was so nervous,
But the air felt so right

And I remember looking out and pretending
There was nothing in the way