Do you remember the summer of 2010? When we were all just kids trying to be different. The world was against us and we were against it. Working every weekend down at the small town mall, where the cool kids are. Just praying maybe we could learn to blend in.
The air smells like hair dye and Cinnabon. And you could cut right through the hormones with a knife. And we were all just dumb kids trying to fit in but trying to stand out just right. And the world was ours, but the mall closes at nine.
When we were just sixteen, daydreaming, mall rats dressed like Halloween. And we thought that we would always be the wild ones.
When we were just sixteen. And I had just learned how to drive. And I spent every cent I ever had on a death trap built in ‘95. But we couldn’t care less that I couldn’t see out of one eye. ‘Cause we were young and dumb and thought we were in love with a life we hadn’t lived yet.
The air smells like hair dye and Cinnabon. And you could cut right through the hormones with a knife. And we were all just dumb kids trying to fit in but trying to stand out just right. And the world was ours, but the mall closes at nine.
When we were just sixteen, daydreaming, mall rats dressed like Halloween. And we thought that we would always be the wild ones.
Straighten my hair, blacken my nails, put on a little liner just to make them scared. And wonder where it all went wrong.
When we were just sixteen, daydreaming, mall rats dressed like Halloween. And we thought that we would always be the wild ones.
