Dangerous Levels of Introspection

I don't miss my apartment
Ceiling six feet tall
Where my neighbour's schizophrenic
Screaming through the paper thin walls
I don't miss my LeBaron
The steering pulling left
Losing nights in Venice
To strangers acting like my best friends
I don't want any of it back
But I miss how it felt
It happened so fast
I kinda miss myself
Dangerous levels of introspection
Tripping over my own reflection
I don't know where I'm going with it, really shouldn't matter
Ruining a moment with some reckless nostalgia
Dangerous levels of introspection
Leading me back to you
Leading me back
I don't miss your attention
Needing it so bad
Or how you never mentioned
My existence to your religious dad
I don't miss being so naïve
But part of me prefers it to a passive animosity
But if anybody happens to ask
I don't want any of it back
But I miss how it felt
It happened so fast
I kinda miss myself
Dangerous levels of introspection
Tripping over my own reflection
I don't know where I'm going with it, really shouldn't matter
Ruining a moment with some reckless nostalgia
Dangerous levels of introspection
Leading me back to you
Leading me back
Leading me back
Leading me back
Dangerous levels of introspection
Tripping over my own reflection
I don't know where I'm going with it, really shouldn't matter
Ruining a moment with some reckless nostalgia
Dangerous levels of introspection
Leading me back to you
Leading me back
Leading me back