Like a Kid - The Early November

So here’s a story of a kid who had it all

Who almost lost touch but found control

Yeah she was talking that break it on her own

She was just like…

I feel like a kid again

I feel like a kid again

on my way back home

Leaving a skill that stripped my soul

We were on top of a wounded plane

But if we jumped off you would all just fly away

So forget our faces

When we hit ground on a solid front

You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run

And get on our races.

so now I know my way back and up again

to find the lines to make me sound like him

and if I break I’ll glue the seat again

and it’s just like…

I feel like a kid again

I feel like a kid again

on my way back home

Teaching a skill that strips the soul

We were on top of a wounded plane

But if we jumped off you would all just fly away

So forget our faces

When we hit ground on a solid front

You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run

And get on our races.

I feel like a kid again

as a criminal

I feel like a kid again