Every word's a new regret if you say it right
Every wound can be forgotten in the right light
Oh nostalgia, I don't need you any more
'Cause the salad days are over and the meat is at my door

They might try to tell you how you can live your life,
but don't forget it's your right to do whatever you like
'Cause you could be your own spotlight

(Eh-oh eh-oh) You could be your own spotlight
(Eh-oh eh-oh) You could be your own spotlight
You could be the star you could shine so bright
(Eh-oh eh-oh) You could be your own spotlight

Depression is a little bit like happy hour, right?
It's always got to be happening somewhere on any given night
Oh nostalgia, I don't need you any more
I just hope my perfect stranger that my kids look more like yours

'Cause I had a little bit of bad of luck
No wonder this [bad word] world's stuck
little sweetness keeps just out of reach [bad word] is something that they just don't teach
'Cause you could be your own spotlight