The things they see in me, I cannot see myself
When you get bored of me, I’ll be back on the shelf
Garish, as wearing a onesie in public. Nostalgia stained for millennials, a cattle prod for the masses. The gum-bubble popping with cinnamon sentiment, and it’s never sounded better. A kitsch-ing down the door reminder of past thoughts or trends we may resent. Those that led us through our most formative years.
