I told him, baby, let's
go back to our childhood
Go back to those years of playing games.
Let’s go back to those better times when,
this hell, our life
could never erupt in flames.
We’d spin around, touch the ground,
lemonade, crunchy ice.
secret handshake, safe & sound.
clap it once, clap it twice
And he pressed pause; fast forward & stop
at present day; began again from the top.
We’ll fight around, another round
die alone without a sound
cans of beer, topped with ice
smoke in secret, stand your ground.
arrested once, arrested twice.