The King's Crown

Why does it smell like nostalgia? Why do I know to say that?.... to ask that? Can the rays from the sun through the windows shine more perfectly? I'm broke, and a little broken... I'm not sure if to care?... care.? Fuck it, I'm keeping the question mark... care? Yeah that sounds right. I'm Confident. Living with Mother. Own a V6. Work a relaxed 9-5. I should slow down, can't live through the dream too quickly. And the ladies, let me tell you something about the ladies. LISTEN...LIsten...listen... A lot of names and no dates. Speeding through life, woo. Truth is, not completely sure what to blame more, the fact that I've never asked any of them out or the fact that I don't care enough too. That ten year internet porn addiction might be pressing on my 25yr old brain. In fact, I have no doubt it is. Channeling all my sexual energy into a screen. Not gonna lie it sounds kinda impressive. But the old Crown is an intelligent one. It has a deep sense that there is more to it. There is something hidden inside itself. If the old brain could dig deep enough, it'll eventually realize he's digging through himself.....…....….... Then the digging stops. Why does it smell like nostalgia?