Nostalgia Cycle

I miss the way I felt when I had no regrets
 The way the drugs would feel, they were hard to get
 The problem is simple, nostalgia cycle
 My mind is in a fight against the time that I have left
 Hmm, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, yeah
 Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh
 Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh
 Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh
 And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time (Ah-ah)
 I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time
 I miss the way I felt when I had no regrets
 Before I lost myself in so much random sex
 I'm sleepin' with strangers, ignorin' the dangers
 Scribble my past up, I scrubbed these erasers
 Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, yeah
 Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh
 Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh
 Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh
 And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time (Ah-ah)
 I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time
 And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time
 And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time, hm
 My soul is spent, I leave no regrets
 I can't forget, but you wouldn't understand
 You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand