Football Games

Going through old photos means Scrolling to the tops of our screens And clicking on an album labeled "'09 Football Games" Tiger stripes, our claim to fame Nostalgia shows up differently No more overflowing boxes means We hold our whole world in our hands But we still braid our hair before we sleep While we pray our fears don't infiltrate our dreams If only for a moment Only for a moment Little voices call us back To a world under attack It always was meant to be finite Wide eyed, chasing fireflies Nostalgia shows up on its knees Clawing at the walls of our reality Let it break the skin, win the sprint To the front of our minds But we still braid our hair before we sleep While we pray our fears don't infiltrate our dreams Begging the night to let us breathe If only for a moment Only for a moment Never let the moonlight go Fight the sun to never show But let's hope the dark's not too dark The thought of death will tear us apart But we still braid our hair before we sleep