Lunchbox kid
I came to defeat you, I came to be in your movie
With the cars and the lights, and a girl in a long gown
They wanted to get me. I wanted something less pretty
And I lost my phone, but I'm going to a party
After all your friends, you say "goodbye, kid"
To your ballpark bench and your PG-13
If you're honest, you'd say "goodbye, friend"
I don't care what you say, I'm a lunchbox kid
If it weren't for the Boomers, we'd be living a new world
But our youth group van is stuck in another lane
It's different without you. Yeah, it's different than high school
With a new hairdo, and a woman's corduroy coat
After all your friends, you say "goodbye, kid"
To your fat tire swing and your junkyard merry go round
If you're honest, you'd say "goodbye, friend"
I don't wanna get hit I'm a lunchbox kid
I was starting to like you, before I knew you were screw-loose
In your angry teenage CD burial ground
We were going for new school, or you could say that we tried to
It feels like rage, but it's gonna be ok
After all your friends, you say "goodbye, kid"
In your big new house, your closet's slowing down
If you're honest, you'd say "goodbye, friend"
I wanna be lit I'm a lunchbox kid
I wanna be lit I'm a lunchbox kid
Maybe this is it, I'm a lunchbox kid
With the cars and the lights, and a girl in a long gown
They wanted to get me. I wanted something less pretty
And I lost my phone, but I'm going to a party
After all your friends, you say "goodbye, kid"
To your ballpark bench and your PG-13
If you're honest, you'd say "goodbye, friend"
I don't care what you say, I'm a lunchbox kid
If it weren't for the Boomers, we'd be living a new world
But our youth group van is stuck in another lane
It's different without you. Yeah, it's different than high school
With a new hairdo, and a woman's corduroy coat
After all your friends, you say "goodbye, kid"
To your fat tire swing and your junkyard merry go round
If you're honest, you'd say "goodbye, friend"
I don't wanna get hit I'm a lunchbox kid
I was starting to like you, before I knew you were screw-loose
In your angry teenage CD burial ground
We were going for new school, or you could say that we tried to
It feels like rage, but it's gonna be ok
After all your friends, you say "goodbye, kid"
In your big new house, your closet's slowing down
If you're honest, you'd say "goodbye, friend"
I wanna be lit I'm a lunchbox kid
I wanna be lit I'm a lunchbox kid
Maybe this is it, I'm a lunchbox kid
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Writer(s): Alex Couch
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