[Verse 1]
Youthful innocence
Sat inside a picket fence
Liquid droplets used for pillows resting for our flouting heads
So young and hopeful
Shitty haircuts with the peach fuzz stubble
Scufft shoes, picked scabs from the stumble
Time span from middle school to death of uniforms
That blazer with the blue fade and shoulders made for Igor
Day by day, we lived our days
Stayed the same, playful ways
Tangled cables from the games
Swearing like we just discovered fire
Voicе cracks like screeched tires
Young and stupid, kids turn bikе shelters to bonfires
Others skip away and live in worlds of patty cake and daisy chains
While others just chill out with mates and hit the park despite their age and have a laugh
And ask some homework questions
Sin, cons and tan, and other shit that quote on quote matters
Adults just don't understand throwback
Swinging backpacks as walking home with friends take scenic route
[Bridge]
Watch the wind make the leaves swish and new blossom sway
We didn't know the name of the flowers we saw that day
Watch the wind make the leaves swish and new blossom sway
We didn't know the name of the flowers we saw that day
Watch the wind make the leaves swish and new blossom sway
We didn't know the name of the flowers we saw that day
Watch the wind make the leaves swish and new blossom sway
We didn't know the name of the flowers-
[Verse 2]
Youthful ignorance
Pushed outside the picket fence
Didn't think that it would happen so quickly in any form of tense
Almost ten years after ten, lot has changed
Curly hair hair with beard growth
Replace my vans 'cus they're ripping and scuffed
Uniform at the back, collecting dust now
Situations have changed
Message with friends occasionally
That's a long way, from seeing them everyday
Feels strange, looking back at memories with emotions of today
Past ones seem so vague, so blank
Nostalgia I'm probably to young to have
They say the past is the past
But to learn from that, you need to look back
Like the days the blossom swayed
Before backpacks became baggage
Flowers didn't know their names
Didn't know their language
But get older, you learn what they say
Now I know those scorpion grasses to well
Oh well
[Outro]
I'll walk the field by myself and watch the new ones sprout
I'll walk the field by myself and watch the new ones sprout
I'll walk the field by myself and watch the new ones sprout
I'll walk the field by myself and watch the new ones sprout
Watching the new ones sprout, what being human about