So here's a story of a kid who had it all
Who almost lost touch but found control
Yeah she was talking that break it on her own

She was just like...

I feel like a kid again

I feel like a kid again
on my way back home
Leaving a skill that stripped my soul


We were on top of a wounded plane
But if we jumped off you would all just fly away

So forget our faces
When we hit ground on a solid front
You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run

And get on our races.

to find the lines to make me sound like him

and if I break I'll glue the seat again
and it's just like...


I feel like a kid again
I feel like a kid again
on my way back home

Teaching a skill that strips the soul

We were on top of a wounded plane

But if we jumped off you would all just fly away
So forget our faces
When we hit ground on a solid front

You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run
And get on our races.


I feel like a kid again
as a criminal
I feel like a kid again