Plastic Playground

Sunlight through the curtains, dust dancing in the air Woke up with no plans, no single worldly care Plastic playground calling, scraped knees and messy hair The world was just a sandbox, no worries to be shared Now the rhythm's gone, the simple beat is lost A grown-up’s checklist, at what a heavy cost Wish I could go back to the days of reckless fun Chasing fireflies until the day was done Skateboard down the hill, the asphalt was a blur The world was just a game, no future to prefer Video games with friends, a battle to be won Fist bumps and high scores, from morning till the sun went down Now the rhythm's gone, the simple beat is lost A grown-up’s checklist, at what a heavy cost Wish I could go back to the days of reckless fun Chasing fireflies until the day was done They say that time's a thief, a silent, cruel machine It steals the little moments, the joy that was so keen Left with just the echo of laughter in the wind A plastic playground memory, where innocence begins No more racing, no more games to play Just the same old struggle, every single day The memories… they stay...