[Verse 1] Hand-me-down denim Backyard throne made of milk crates We were rich in the wrong ways Pocket lint Bitten nails Big plans Summer stuck to our skin Cheap cola Warm from the sidewalk Daring cars at the crosswalk Swearing we’d never grow bland [Chorus] This was the golden age Rust on the swings But it all felt new Every cracked sidewalk Opened like a door we could fall right through Laughing in the downpour Dripping in a secondhand parade We didn’t know We were living in a golden age [Verse 2] Stolen pens Bathroom stalls Writing vows in a crooked code Every “someday” we ever spoke Pinned like a poster to peeling walls We wore our hearts Like stickers on school notebooks Falling off at the corners Still we swore they’d never fade [Chorus] This was the golden age Rust on the swings But it all felt new Every cracked sidewalk Opened like a door we could fall right through Laughing in the downpour Dripping in a secondhand parade We didn’t know We were living in a golden age [Bridge] Thought the crowns came later Thought the shine meant paychecks Praise But the halos were headlight glare In our tired eyes those days [Chorus] This was the golden age Rust on the swings But it all felt new Every cracked sidewalk Opened like a door we could fall right through Laughing in the downpour Dripping in a secondhand parade We didn’t know We were living in a golden age (yeah, we were) We didn’t know We were living in a golden age
