Take me back to simpler places
Like my old school or my best friend's basement
I ain't got the time to waste it
I'm getting older and more frustrated
My father says that I should get acquainted
To an average life with average escapades and
Average people with average faces
Working average jobs for average wages
Well I don't wanna try
Living a lie
For the rest of my days
For the rest of my days
And the rest of my nights
I've got a Fender, I can barely play it
I feel so useless, yet so overrated
We all strive to be almost famous
Oh well I'm no Hendrix, might as well face it
My mother says that I should quit complaining
So I quit my job and took up painting
You call it art, I call it entertaining
Oh but I'm through talking
And I'm done explaining
How I don't wanna die
Living a lie
For the rest of my days
For the rest of my days
And the rest of my nights
Take me back to simpler places
Running with my best friend
While he barks and chases
Tiny creatures through their tiny spaces
Where their tiny problems all seem so basic
I don't think I'll ever get acquainted
To the kind of life where everything's so jaded
Just take me back to those simpler places
Where I'd hide from problems
Not have to face them today
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Take me back to simpler places
Like my old school or my best friend's basement
I ain't got the time to waste it
I'm getting older and more frustrated
My father says that I should get acquainted
To an average life with average escapades and
Average people with average faces
Working average jobs for average wages
Well I don't wanna try
Living a lie
For the rest of my days
For the rest of my days
And the rest of my nights
I've got a Fender, I can barely play it
I feel so useless, yet so overrated
We all strive to be almost famous
Oh well I'm no Hendrix, might as well face it
My mother says that I should quit complaining
So I quit my job and took up painting
You call it art, I call it entertaining
Oh but I'm through talking
And I'm done explaining
How I don't wanna die
Living a lie
For the rest of my days
For the rest of my days
And the rest of my nights
Take me back to simpler places
Running with my best friend
While he barks and chases
Tiny creatures through their tiny spaces
Where their tiny problems all seem so basic
I don't think I'll ever get acquainted
To the kind of life where everything's so jaded
Just take me back to those simpler places
Where I'd hide from problems
Not have to face them today
Like my old school or my best friend's basement
I ain't got the time to waste it
I'm getting older and more frustrated
My father says that I should get acquainted
To an average life with average escapades and
Average people with average faces
Working average jobs for average wages
Well I don't wanna try
Living a lie
For the rest of my days
For the rest of my days
And the rest of my nights
I've got a Fender, I can barely play it
I feel so useless, yet so overrated
We all strive to be almost famous
Oh well I'm no Hendrix, might as well face it
My mother says that I should quit complaining
So I quit my job and took up painting
You call it art, I call it entertaining
Oh but I'm through talking
And I'm done explaining
How I don't wanna die
Living a lie
For the rest of my days
For the rest of my days
And the rest of my nights
Take me back to simpler places
Running with my best friend
While he barks and chases
Tiny creatures through their tiny spaces
Where their tiny problems all seem so basic
I don't think I'll ever get acquainted
To the kind of life where everything's so jaded
Just take me back to those simpler places
Where I'd hide from problems
Not have to face them today
Writer: Dylan Speare, Jordan Speare
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid