Текст песни Play - Postcard Boy

Woke up feeling pristine
Bright eyes and white teeth
Lunchbox packed in my backpack
Carpool team around the cul-de-sac
Could you pick me up out front?
Shorebreak laying in the sun
Football games in the top row of seats
Back when I was so naive

Handball courts and cherry balls
Grass stains from my blue jean falls
Playground and swings
What's emotion?
Oh, child

2015
Always a smile
Thought I was a big dog at 5'5"
Camera in my hand
The most steady plan was my Instagram back then

But I never had a steady hand
Who were my friends, who I am
Can we hurry up?
Thinking in four years it'll be stabilized

Sneaking out of class in the hallways
Knowing that you'd recognize my face
And you always said my name
Made me happy that I maybe had a place