Rockstars

V5.5

Remember log forts and skinned-up knees
Building empires out of washed up trash, running wild and free
We had all the answers hidden somewhere in our hands
Didn't need a watch to tell us who we are
Then the years snuck up and painted everything grey
And I still don't know how the magic slipped away

We're running through the static, trying to find that fire
Hoping somewhere underneath the noise you're still not lost
Hold your breath, count to three, here it comes—

Oh, we used to feel like rockstars, riding on the wind
Before the world sat us down and drew the lines we live in
We were reckless, we were golden, we were flying so so  high
Screaming out our names underneath a wide-open  sky
Can we find our way back home tonight?
Can we make the stars align again?

Now I'm staring at a screen, checking boxes off a list
Missing an innocence I didn't know I'd miss
Traded capes and cardboard swords for a tie I hate to wear
Suffocating in the static of a life I didn't choose
But something's screaming under it all, refusing to shut up
Telling me to break the cage and turn the amps up

("Look at where we ended up... look at what we let slip through our hands...
We were chasing everybody else's life when we should've chased our own")
I'm done drowning out the music, done running from the years
Standing up right now, I'm shouting through the tears
We are more than just a name on a resume
So let the bass drop in, let the guitars go—

Oh, we used to feel like rockstars, riding on the wind
Before the world sat us down and drew the lines we live in
We were reckless, we were golden, we were flying so so  high
Screaming out our names underneath a wide-open sky
Can we find our way back home tonight?
Can we make the stars align again?

Yeah, we used to feel like rockstars...
Back when the whole damn world was ours...

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━━━━━━━━━━━━━♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♪ ©2026 Thomas Bock (Paradise Studio) All rights reserved. This is an original work written by Thomas Bock and Paradise Studio. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of the lyrics is prohibited. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♪ ("One—two—screw it—here we go") We used to be rockstars, didn't we? Remember log forts and skinned-up knees Building empires out of washed up trash, running wild and free We had all the answers hidden somewhere in our hands Didn't need a watch to tell us who we are Then the years snuck up and painted everything grey And I still don't know how the magic slipped away We're running through the static, trying to find that fire Hoping somewhere underneath the noise you're still not lost Hold your breath, count to three, here it comes— Oh, we used to feel like rockstars, riding on the wind Before the world sat us down and drew the lines we live in We were reckless, we were golden, we were flying so so high Screaming out our names underneath a wide-open sky Can we find our way back home tonight? Can we make the stars align again? Now I'm staring at a screen, checking boxes off a list Missing an innocence I didn't know I'd miss Traded capes and cardboard swords for a tie I hate to wear Suffocating in the static of a life I didn't choose But something's screaming under it all, refusing to shut up Telling me to break the cage and turn the amps up ("Look at where we ended up... look at what we let slip through our hands... We were chasing everybody else's life when we should've chased our own") I'm done drowning out the music, done running from the years Standing up right now, I'm shouting through the tears We are more than just a name on a resume So let the bass drop in, let the guitars go— Oh, we used to feel like rockstars, riding on the wind Before the world sat us down and drew the lines we live in We were reckless, we were golden, we were flying so so high Screaming out our names underneath a wide-open sky Can we find our way back home tonight? Can we make the stars align again? Yeah, we used to feel like rockstars... Back when the whole damn world was ours...

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