We were just a bunch of kids
Summer heat it was such a blur
We were just a bunch of kids
Wildflowers
We were never cheerleaders
But we hung out in the fields at night
Lying in the meadow
Dust in our eyes
Iʼd love to tell you
Iʼm coming home
I was wrong
You raised me
Then I turned my back on you
My teenage dreams
Dreams dreams
We were just a bunch of kids
Speeding on the dirt roads
We were just a bunch of kids
Getting high by the river
And now we can't remember a time
Before we all had bad posture
Weʼre all imposters
Iʼd love to tell you
Iʼm coming home
I was wrong
You raised me
Then I turned my back on you
My teenage dreams
Dreams dreams