Exploring the complexities of youth and the inevitable passage of time, this poignant track delves into the bittersweet feelings associated with growing up. The lyrics depict a sense of nostalgia for simpler times, with references to shared experiences and childhood innocence. The recurring theme of 'getting old' drives home the fear and apprehension about aging and the changes it brings. The refrain about wanting back 'the minds we had' is a yearning for past perspectives and states of being, further emphasizing the longing for lost youth. However, there's also an acknowledgement that these memories and feelings, though cherished, are not sufficient in themselves - reflecting the need to grow and evolve despite the inherent fears.
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The drink you spilled all over me
"Lover's Spit" left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old
We can talk it so good
We can make it so divine
We can talk it good
How you wish it would be all the time
The drink you spilled all over me
"Lover's Spit" left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old
The drink you spilled all over me
"Lover's Spit" left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old
This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary, getting old
We can talk it so good
We can make it so divine
We can talk it good
How you wish it would be all the time
This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary, getting old
This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary, getting old
I want 'em back (I want 'em back)
The minds we had (the minds we had)
How all the thoughts (how all the thoughts)
Moved 'round our heads (moved 'round our heads)
I want 'em back (I want 'em back)
The minds we had (the minds we had)
It's not enough to feel the lack
I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em
You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)
You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)
But that will never be enough
But that will never be enough
But that will never be enough
Writer(s): Ella Marija La Yelich O'connor, Joel Little
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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