[Intro: Ray William Johnson]
What's happening, forum?
Why do people insist on fucking around on merry-go-rounds?

[Verse 1: Patricia Taxxon]
Boy, you smell just like an airport in the winter
When I’m close to you, I feel that dusty snow all on the asphalt
Honestly, I don't see myself a thinker
But when weather gets like this it's hard to keep myself from losing it

What do I have that’s even worth remembering?
Nothing left to learn from but special-ed and mediocre vlogs
I look around and see kids looking back on all their lives
And I feel a sadness come on

[Chorus]
If I hold on tight, one day I'll get it right
I’ve been nostalgic for other people's childhoods all my life

[Interlude: Ray William Johnson]
I mean, it looks fun and all, but what happens when Ron Weasley back here spins you a little too fast?

[Verse 2: Patricia Taxxon]
Take-out in a bag I got
Candidates all outta hand but still
I’m here wondering
If it’s really what I'm about, hey
Minutes, counting down I got
Netflix all rented out but still
I’m here wondering
If it’s really what I'm about, hey

[Chorus]
If I hold on tight, one day I'll get it right
I’ve been nostalgic for other people's childhoods all my life