We were the kids from the cul-de-sacs that got out somehow without looking back it's over it's over we were the ones who grew up too fast on the front porch steps when we still had friends it's over it's over we were the kids who were laughing last with big ideas and failed attempts it's over it's over Repeat it now, repeat it with me It's in the way we can't explain why we were the ones who got away it's in the way these memories will fade so we always keep them locked away lock them away Repeat it now, repeat it with me Repeat it now, repeat it with me repeat it now, repeat it with me