Pockets full of frogs and broken toys fishing with the boys my hair in braids selling flowers on the dusty street yeah, 
I was really sweet 
I loved to play laughing, running, hiding in the fields chasing butterflies telling little lies 
NOW IT'S A
LL OVER NO
THING FEEL
S THE SAME 
AND I DON'
T LIKE IT 
I WANT IT 
BACK AGAIN 
Pockets full of keys and credit-cards a chain of broken hearts no time for games painting pictures on my weary face 
I miss the good old days it's such a shame working, running trying to make a stand missing butterflies still telling lies