"Radio Kids" lyrics

"Radio Kids"

Remember how it felt to listen
Fumbling to press record
Strangest voice I've heard before

Who the hell is Hippie Johnny
Feel like somebody at school I know
I need to get to sleep
But maybe, maybe, maybe just one more
So play it, play it loud on the radio

I got my headphones on
And my parents will never know
It's something that we had before we lost control
On the radio

I can't even pay attention
It's just talk, talk nobody listens
I miss getting lost
I miss just making plans
And now it' just kids repeating
I guess I'm just as bad as them

I wanna get it back
I wanna get it back
I'll never get it back I know
So play it, play it loud on the radio

I'm feeling sorry for myself
I'm feeling pretty old
At least I had that song
At least I had that song
On the radio

I want to get it back
I want to get it back
Oh bring it back
I'll never get it back
I want to get it back
I'll never get it back

Bring it back
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it

On the radio
Oh on the radio

Play it on the radio
Play it on the radio
Play it
Play it
Play it
Play it
Play it
Play it
Play it
Play it on the radio


Writer(s): Timothy Ross Showalter
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