You Wear It Secondhand

Take the same walk everyday up to the north end
Down on to the sand
Surrounded by nothing
Nothing's all you have
Concentrated sadness, leftover loneliness
It never seems to pass
You go looking, you looking for them
Trying to relive moments that happened and won't happen again
You keep looking, you keep looking for them
Trying to relive moments but you've grown up
Too fast, an occupation that won't last
It's too bad you took your best ideas from the past
I bet you're so glad that you only wear it secondhand
walking up and down red hotel corridors by the Madison Bypass
And language, I lost it all to love
But threw up all I knew about summer
We were young, confirming what we knew
Nothing could last
But you keep searching and looking for them
Trying to capture moments that happened and won't happen again
You keep looking and looking for them
Trying to hold those moments but you've grown up
Too fast, the occupation that won't last
It's too bad there's nothing permanent from your past
Is that a quote directly taken from The Wasteland?
Yes, I knew that you wear it secondhand
I'm transforming, I'm complicating
I'm never sure what I'm meant to be saying
But I, I'm performing, I'm concentrating
But we haven't been introduced, automatically calling you
I'm transforming but I'm concentrating
But I'm never that sure what I'm meant to be saying