(Verse 1) We woke up early for a square yellow friend, Tried to keep up with the trends that would never end. We were quoting Shrek lines and watching them again, Crying when we thought we lost Finding Nemo then. Everyone knew the theme tune to Yo Gabba Gabba And talked about who got the most Harry Potter blah-blah-blah. (Chorus) And yeah, we lost our minds when the dial-up dropped the call, But the only thing that mattered was not to trip and fall. We were riding on the Razor scooter, flying down the street, Recess was always on, and the clock couldn't be beat. It felt like every answer was a cheat code, and every day was gold, Now we pay for what we bought, when we were seven years old. (Verse 2) We waited for the weekend just to beat the final boss, Through the wires and the cartridges, no concept of loss. We saved up all our allowance for the holographic gleam, Trading Pokémon outside, living out a simple dream. Everything was neon plastic, everything was loud, We were texting on T9, screaming in the crowd. (Chorus) And yeah, we lost our minds when the dial-up dropped the call, But the only thing that mattered was not to trip and fall. We were riding on the Razor scooter, flying down the street, Recess was always on, and the clock couldn't be beat. It felt like every answer was a cheat code, and every day was gold, Now we pay for what we bought, when we were seven years old. (Bridge) (Tempo slows, drums drop out, driven by a simple, sad piano or sustained synth chord for reflection): The treehouse is rotting where the oak branch cracked in two. That brightly colored console is gathering dust for you. The sticker books are peeling, the names you used to know, Are pixels on a contact list where the memory doesn't go. We grew out of the characters that we swore we’d always be. We finally closed the browser and we lost the fantasy. (Builds quickly back into the high-energy chorus) (Chorus) And yeah, we lost our minds when the dial-up dropped the call, But the only thing that mattered was not to trip and fall. We were riding on the Razor scooter, flying down the street, Recess was always on, and the clock couldn't be beat. It felt like every answer was a cheat code, and every day was gold, Now we pay for what we bought, when we were seven years old. (Outro)
