Navel Gazey Song Lyrics

Navel Gazey by Whitmer Thomas

Nostalgia is catching lightning bugs
The gloomy by and by
Smoke floats above the bay on the 4th of July
Cool it with your own mythology
So self-obsessed and trite
Gotta commit to the cringe or let it eat you alive
Guilty pleasures keep me together
The only songs I like are about being in love or wanting to die
Killing it at faking like a damn amnesiac
I don’t recall, no, not at all
But I’m killing it at looking back
Nostalgia’s overrated until the wifi goes down
Cable, cord or wire, wow
I guess I’m spinning out
A button from a band I don’t remember being in
A letter from my mom I avoided rеading
I was physically peaking with too much to prove
Too much goddamn future to look forward to
A ballеrina in a box aching to be twirled
Give me some cash and I’ll whoop my own ass
In front of the whole world
Killing it at lying
Obsessed with seeming detached
Holy hell, I’m feeling swell
‘Cause I’m killing it at looking back
Them red eyed new digital days
My math rock phase
Wasn’t it all a blast?
Killing it at looking back