This is absolute torture,
We read The New Yorker,
And fight over what kind of take-out to order.
Places we had never seen,
Mountain tops and evergreens,
And everyday you got just a little bit shorter.

Well, the TV made a promise,
To show us who our God is,
A thousand dollar seminar out in the Bahamas.
Well, the TV made a promise,
It looked at me, I saw it.

We all just wanna be kids again,
But the kids just keep on givin' in.
Well, we all just wanna be kids again,
But you can't buy back your innocence.

We all just wanna be kids again,
But the kids just keep on givin' in.
Well, we all just wanna be kids again,
But you can't buy back your innocence.

Give me something I would kill for.
Sell it to me on a billboard.

It was absolute torture,
We read The New Yorker,
We fight over what kind of movie to order.
At break she'd take a power-walk,
Come back home and shower off,
And everyday got just a little bit shorter.

Well, the TV made a promise,
To show us who our God is,
A thousand dollar seminar out in the Bahamas.
Well, the TV made a promise,
It looked at me, I saw it.

We all just wanna be kids again,
But the kids just keep on givin' in.
Well, we all just wanna be kids again,
But you can't buy back your innocence.

We all just wanna be kids again,
But the kids just keep on givin' in.
Well, we all just wanna be kids again,
But you can't buy back your innocence.

We all just wanna be kids again.
We all just wanna be kids again.
We all just wanna be kids again.


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Buyer's Remorse song meanings
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