Please I Want My Skateboard Back

You have all of my stuff
Somewhere inside your house
Please I want my skateboard back
Riding around in my cul-de-sac
With all of my friends who are now long gone
Skating around until the break of dawn

When can I meet up with you
My grandma can drive me in at two
Please I want my helmet back
It's lying around in an old back pack
In the living room that reeks of pee
While holding tons of memories

Holding tons of memories
Looking back in a century
Now it brings me misery
To be just another memory
Knowing that it's over now

Nostalgia is creeping up on me
Looking back it gives me grief
Please I want my childhood back
Sitting around like a maniac
In the pitch black
With the tv on
Watching whatever marathon
Is on

Holding tons of memories
Looking back in a century
Now it brings me misery
To be just another memory
Knowing that it's over now

Please I want my skateboard back
Please I want my helmet back
Please I want my childhood back
Please I want my life back



Credits
Writer(s): Coltan Gregory Fuller
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