Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
April Hartman
Vocals
Emily Guise
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
April Hartman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Ebersole
Producer
Lyrics
I wanna ride bikes on the beach like we did
When we were just little kids
And dad would take us out for ices at the pizza shop on Midland
Before the flood came that washed everything out
Along with the boxes of my shit I left in the basement of their house
When I moved out
And my old bedrooms an office now
My sister's is the guest room
I sleep there when I visit
But it dont feel quite like it used to
Cause we can grow attached to things that just aren't important
Like living in your hometown and having all your old things
We were best friends when we were kids before we just drifted apart
And it's not like it was intentional
It's just the way that shit ended up
Life had its way of tearing us apart
It's not that I wasn't thinking of ya, I was just thinking of myself
Its a straight shot down the boulevard from my parent's house to yours
I can ride it with my eyes closed
I'm on my bike gliding down the center lines
Hot summer night
Your heart is racing next to mine
We're singing
We can change the world
All of my friends and me
We have all of the ingredients
All we needs the recipe and time to sort it out
The light switch ain't where it used to be
I fight to feel my way through
Movements once automatic have become intentional since
You moved to the city
And well I went out to Jersey
And I can't remember the last time
That you even tried to call me
I still wonder how you're doing
I hope youre still making art
When you said that we'd be famous mom
You weren't fucking wrong
I hope you love living with your boyfriend
I hope he's nicer than the last one was
And John still rents the room out
In the basement at his moms house
And I admire his dedication cause I just couldn't do it myself
And Ava moved to Florida
To get away from all the drugs but she found out down there
That shit is so much fucking worse
And when we found out Curtis overdosed we didn't even know
That he got down like that, can you believe it?
We were best friends when we were kids before we just drifted apart
And it's not like it was intentional
It's just the way that shit ended up
Life had its way of tearing you apart
It's not that we weren't thinking of you man
We were thinking of ourselves
Thinking we could save the world
All of my friends and I we have all of the ingredients
All we need's the recipe but time is running out
Oh we can grow attached to things that just aren't important
Like visiting your hometown and looking through your old things
Oh, we can grow attached to things that just aren't important
Like moving to a new town and living with your boyfriend
Oh, we can grow attached to things that just arent important
Like thinking bout your old friends and how they all are doing now
Written by: April Hartman