Record Store - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

They turned my favorite record store into a bank (Into a bank)

Tore down the hall where all our bands would play

I guess you never know what you got until it's too late (Until it's too late)

A pocket full of quarters with no more arcade games

How many mistakes does it take to get better?

How many more days 'til I just can't remember?

I swear you were there but the faces are fading

I got it all on tape but there's no way to play it

I'm looking out at the world and I can't relate

I really wanna rewind 'cause being kind is out of date

I know that everything changes but some things should stay the same

A pocket full of quarters, can I buy back those days?

How many mistakes does it take to get better?

How many more days 'til I just can't remember?

I swear you were there but the faces are fading

I got it all on tape but there's no way to play it

(No way- there's no way to play it)

(How many mistakes does it take?)

(How many mistakes does it take? There's no way to play it)

(How many mistakes does it take?)

Tape decks with paychecks and no rent

No stress just best friends and recess

Weekends for backyards and battle scars

We'd run away but never straying it too far

When we were young we had x-ray vision

We could see to the soul underneath the skin

We all sang along in the analog

Now I'm wondering where we went wrong

How many mistakes does it take to get better?

How many more days 'til I just can't remember?

I swear you were there but the faces are fading

I got it all on tape but there's no way to play it (Go back)

I got it all on tape but there's no way to play it (Go back; Faces fading)

I got it all on tape but there's no way to play it (Go back)

Faces fading

(Go back)

Big mistake