Sad About It

I'm in the attic, looking at old photos I guess I'm an addict and this is my overdose It's so nostalgic, where did all the time go? Time is like magic, the rest is still unknown And I'm missing you I'm missing you I'm missing you I'm missing You wouldn't want me to be sad about it, sad about it You wouldn't want me to be sad about it, sad about it You wouldn't want me to be sad Sitting in traffic, cars are moving so slow And all I can think about is the life I used to know Some say that time is tragic, others think it's beautiful By the Atlantic is where I used to call home And I'm missing you I'm missing you I'm missing you I'm missing You wouldn't want me to be sad about it, sad about it You wouldn't want me to be sad about it, sad about it You wouldn't want me to be, You wouldn't want me to be You wouldn't want me to be sad about it, sad about it You wouldn't want me to be sad about it, sad about it You wouldn't want me to be, You wouldn't want me to be sad