Dirty hands

Hey! Yeah! I still remember summer days on my skateboard Scraped-up knees, a heart that couldn’t be bored Sneakers full of dust, pockets full of stones We built our worlds out of sticks and broken bones We were running wild, living loud and free No one could tell us who we had to be Those days felt endless under the sun Laughing so hard, just being young We didn’t care, didn’t need a plan Life was better with dirty hands Streetlights came on, but we kept the game alive Trading secrets, truth or dare at night Fell in love with music blasting in my ears Wrote our dreams in chalk that disappeared We were kings and queens of nowhere streets Every scar we wore was victory Those days felt endless under the sun Laughing so hard, just being young We didn’t care, didn’t need a plan Life was better with dirty hands But sometimes late at night, I still stay up to draw Still dance in my room like nobody saw I keep these childish things tucked inside They keep me breathing, they keep me alive Those days felt endless under the sun Laughing so hard, just being young We didn’t care, didn’t need a plan Life is still better with dirty hands! Yeah! Dirty hands!