"In The Dirt" lyrics

I was naive and bleach blonde
I wanted what little girls want
Make-up and getting my nails done
I said I'd buy a car and a big home
Name-branded clothes and a cellphone
As soon as I'm out on my own

I'd bet that I'd be happy in a high-rise
But I don't like these bright lights
There's something 'bout a clear sky on a starry night
And I realize

I think I prefer a lawn overgrown
And patches of mud from where the water flows
A trail in the woods where the tire swings by the old spring
All the memories
A four-wheel wagon on a twisted path
My dad in the front, my friends in the back
We were sleeping outside in the summer heat by the oak trees
It's the little things I'm missing now
'Cause growing up, I've learned
Maybe the grass was always greener in the dirt

Now I hate being online
Make sure to post every highlight
Make sure you please get my good side
I see that rent out here's kinda pricey
Do those girls even like me?
If I'm good enough, will you sign me?

Oh, I need to get out of the rat race
And damn, I miss the old days
The picture perfect's all fake
Got a little taste and I must say

I think I prefer a lawn overgrown
And patches of mud from where the water flows
A trail in the woods where the tire swings by the old spring
All the memories
A four-wheel wagon on a twisted path
My dad in the front, my friends in the back
We were sleeping outside in the summer heat by the oak trees
It's the little things I'm missing now
'Cause growing up, I've learned
Maybe the grass was always greener in the dirt (In the dirt)

'Cause in this world ('Cause in this world)
It'll chew you up and spit you out, my girl
And it hurts (And it hurts)
I'm down on all fours (On all fours)
Begging, take me back to how it was before

'Cause I think I prefer a lawn overgrown
Somewhere to plant roots, somewhere to get old
Somewhere with a tire swing by the old spring
All the memories
Of a four-wheel wagon on a twisted path
My dad in the front, my friends in the back
We were sleeping outside in the summer heat by oak old trees
It's the little things I'm missing now
'Cause growing up, I've learned
Maybe the grass was always greener in the dirt