Played in the dirt, embraced every quirk, always getting hurt And we did not want to eat lunch before dessert The messiest hair, life without a care, say your little prayers Before you wake up again, and everything's fair Oh, the days of growing up When drawing in the lines was tough And mom's approval was enough But it became lost in drugs and filling up our cup Well, I wanna know when I was stripped of my innocence And trading cards turned into trading hearts And I wanna know when joy became just a past tense And a Band-Aid no longer healed all our scars When every relationship has an end Well, I wanna go back to playing pretend Always sucking thumbs, girls covered in crumbs, everything was fun And great when we thought that we'd stay forever young Innocent laughs, nightly bubble baths, no regretting past mistakes Or always having goodbyes that last Oh, the days of growing up When drawing in the lines was tough And mom's approval was enough But it became grief, mistrust, and hands held down by cuffs Well, I wanna know when vain and I had spread apart And dumb and rich became the new smart And I wanna know when beauty meant hating who you are And a plastic face and body became art When authentic meant following the trends Well, I wanna go back to playing pretend