Filanthropy - OUR YOUNGER DAYS

Back to the retro rides
Karaoke nights
Losing sight of passing time
Never wrong and always right
These are the memories we hold on to
The ones they used to tell us to hold tight and never take for granted
Like
One
Day
You'll grow up
And miss your younger days, your better days
The ones in which you had nothing to do but go and play outside
Go to the park and play with chalk
For countless hours with no end
Imagination had no limits
Second-guessing outta question
Always waiting on that recess time
It was the highlight of our lives
Standing in that lunch line
Hoping we just get the chance to sit with cuties we been crushing on
Since the first grade
Since the first grade
Then we came to grow up slow
Like every day just too lethargic
Moving like the caterpillars we would learn about in science class
On tuesday afternoons in muggy rooms with boring lectures and lowered moods
And lowered moods
We would kick it back at David's house
Forza playing popcorn eating
Soccer practice eating dinner
Long sleepover, then repeat it
Every day would dream of one where we'd grow up
And leave this town behind and make a name for us
But now i wanna be sent
Back to the retro rides
Karaoke nights
Losing sight of passing time
Never wrong and always right
These are the memories we hold on to
The ones they used to tell us to hold tight and never take for granted
I said bring me
Back to the retro rides
Karaoke nights
Losing sight of passing time
Never wrong and always right
These are the memories we hold on to
The ones they used to tell us to hold tight and never take for granted
Moving up the ladder ended up as freshmen
Knew this day was coming
Looking forward to the future
Gleaming inside at the outside
Place i came to call my home
School never was a bore
The reason stands with friday late
And monday evening gatherings
Would stay away for hours
Writing songs in my 07
No one ever got it
Nothing changed when i got older
I would skip my college classes
Scream recording in the lot
Got a lot of sideway looks
But it didn't matter
I had dreams and goals ambitions that i constantly ran after
Making music in my car
And speaking to the crowd of demons lurking in my head
Didn't really understand why everyone
Just acted fake
Blank face, white walls
Lacking creativity
Everyone just chasing money
Not a care for character
Lacking patience
No ambition
Waiting for the blessings then
Felt like a fever dream
Kinda like the old time
Back to the retro rides
Karaoke nights
Losing sight of passing time
Never wrong and always right
These are the memories we hold on to
The ones they used to tell us to hold tight and never take for granted
Back to the retro rides
Karaoke nights
Losing sight of passing time
Never wrong and always right
These are the memories we hold on to
The ones they used to tell us to hold tight and never take for granted
Never take for granted

Written by:
Jonathan Ustinenkov

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