(+) Back to '95
Hey I got a confession
I’ve been losing all momentum
Just because its easy
That don’t make it better
I wanna dig my hands deep down in the dirt
Take a walk along the street if I’m feeling dessert
All of this convenience just doesn’t work for me
I want to play with fire let me get hurt
Can we take it back to 95
Before we had this drama in our lives
Just staring at a screen every day and night
I miss the rush of living in real life
Go get your Delorean
Oh I miss the summers
With you I never swipe left or right
Oh snuck in your window
No friend request no
Just spent the night
I had to walk right up to your locker
And risk you saying boy just don’t bother
I know this all just makes me sound ancient
But sons and daughters
That shit was amazing
Hey what you got in that bag
Candy cigarettes and a Playboy mag
Man you used to have to work for that
Wait for me gotta dial up
Can’t call my landline cause its all tied up
Just bike over then