Want That Back

You can hide the small talk, you can hide the hate

You can hide the check your phone each time you get a little break

And you can hide the lonely, you can hide the pain

You can hide the TV full of stations that tell you how to think

But the smell of old wood bleachers, and a word of hometown preachers

Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack

Yeah, the shine of a new summer, barefoot baseball with my brother

First-time freedom with the windows cracked

I want that back

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You can take away the judgement, take away the meanings

And take away the wasting time on things you won't care about in years

And take away the trauma, take away the shame

And take away your broken heart, but just don't take away

The smell of old wood bleachers and a word of hometown preachers

Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack

Yeah, the shine of a new summer, barefoot baseball with my brother

First-time freedom with the windows cracked

I want that back

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

And sometimes I want the world I knew

When all it took to get me through

Was half a tank, nothing planned

Parking lots, petty

And the smell of old wood bleachers and a word of hometown preachers

Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack

Yeah, the shine of a new summer, barefoot baseball with my brother

First-time freedom with the windows cracked

I want that back

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) I want that back

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) I want that back