Words get so messy
I don't even know who we are
Wires always get crossed
Lookin' at the same old stars (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Stars, stars, stars)
The stars get faded
When did things get so complicated?
Now I'm jaded and I hate it
I wish we could go back to the days
When you would meet me at the arcade
When the only change we knew was a pocket full of quarters
Playing video games, video games
Pocket full of quarters, nothing ever out of order
Playing video games, staying out late
Going where we wanna, nothing ever out of order
No, oh
Just tryna hit the high score, oh
Used to trade off, take turns
Always same team, rock-solid
Now we play a one versus two
It's like more quarters equals more problems (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Said you're sorry
But tell me, was that so hard to say you're sorry
This game is simple, this shit's Atari
I wish we could go back to the days
When you would meet me at the arcade
When the only change we knew was a pocket full of quarters
Playing video games, video games
Pocket full of quarters, nothing ever out of order
Playing video games, staying out late
Going where we wanna, nothing ever out of order
No, oh
Just tryna hit the high score
Tryna hit the high score
When did we start losing it?
When did we start losing it?
Extra lives don't really exist
Didn't know it'd end up like this
When did we start losing it?
When did we start losing these
Video games, video games?
Pocket full of quarters, nothing ever out of order
Playing video games, staying out late
Going where we wanna, just as long as you would meet me at the arcade
When the only change we knew was a pocket full of quarters
Playing video games, video games
Pocket full of quarters, nothing ever out of order
No, oh
Just tryna hit the high score
Tryna hit the high score
Tryna hit the high score
Tryna hit the high score
Tryna hit the high score
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