The 80s
You are the 80s
You are the nostalgia of a Saturday morning
Eating CoCo Wheats with toast
When I picture the 80s, I see a vision of you
Not Molly Ringwald
Just you
From the ‘do
To the acid-washed jeans
All I remember is your smile
Still, the same as it’s always been
Sweet, sweet 80s
The 1980’s when your life
Turned into something different
You say the photo that dances in my dreams is funny
The mullet, the small hands, being on the clock
A row of banana clips and you on the phone
The same kind of Saturday morning you remind me of
Is the day you were working and chatting with your sister
That smile
I see so much of myself in you
Your eyes
Your face
You are a part of every memory
You are my 80’s nostalgia
