Future Nostalgia

I saw myself playing guitar I caught myself painting a picture I saw myself going on tour Playing in front of a million fucking people Oh, all these dreams will never come true All these visions will stay Future nostalgia Future nostalgia So close, so close, so close So close, so close, so close So close, so close, so close So close, so close, so close And yet, impossible to- And I'm so sure you know it too, the inability to move The rope that ties your hand As you fail to understand (Tell me why) Why that one thing that could complete you always seems to be So close, so close, so close And yet, impossible to reach Is there a pace to the drama Am I shoved through the plot? Is there a point to the twists or are they just there to shock? And when the credits roll on the screen Will it seem just like a dream? Will it stay future nostalgia? Oh, future nostalgia I saw myself playing guitar I caught myself painting this picture (So close, so close) Next shot, I'm going on tour Conquering the whole fucking world And when the credits roll on the screen Will it feel just like a dream? Will it stay-?