Give me back those times when There were things I did and didn’t Stay in the sun and climb a tree Have enough money for peppermint Give me back those times when Feelings didn’t have words or voice Laughter couldn’t contain happiness Weeping was just another noise Give me back those times when We could hold hands for hours set Never once did we ask Why the girls’ hands were always wet Give me back those times when I could do things because I didn’t think If this felt wrong or right My decisions in eyes’ blink Not once did I know I wont have these when I grow The tide of age will bury me deep And my innocence will go to sleep Never knew the stages of love Holding her doesn’t mean u can kiss her now You are afraid that she might know She is scared, you might leave and go All these years that I have grown I’ve left behind parts of my own All of that now makes so much sense Intelligence is a loss of innocence