Rewind

Looking back on the old days When I was 17 and spiritual I remember the steps how I carried myself Yeah, I was everything original It was me and my friends on the town just singing our lungs out (singing our lungs out) I wasn't told if I didn't hold tight that my spirit could fade out 'Cause now I'm miserable Staring at my wall all day Sadly cynical That none of this will ever change They said, "Get out of the house, drive a car down south to survive" I'd rather slam on the breaks, put a pause and a space in the time Oh, then rewind Then rewind I envision my old ways Back when love was just habitual I felt the freedom to really expressing myself It was extreme and fully radical But maybe growing up the challenge is managing clutter and hard hearts and bored I think maybe I'm a victim of too much noise 'Cause now I'm miserable Staring at my wall all day Sadly cynical That none of this will ever change They said, "Get out of the house, drive a car down south to survive" I'd rather slam on the breaks, put a pause and a space in the time Oh, then rewind (then rewind, then rewind) Oh, then rewind Ohh, have a pause and a space in the time, then rewind Then rewind Then rewind Then rewind