Clearview's on my mind
No driveway, park on top of the grass
No microwave
Stove's broke, kitchen leaking gas

We're seven years old
Bike crashes and leeches on our legs
God, take us back
To when we didn't have to beg to be ourselves

We were just some kids with no big plans
Never winning, always the also-rans
Now we're living life in the rearview
clways trying to get back to Clearview

Eleven years old
Putting down new roots, packing our bags
I don't want to go back
But I don't want to have to beg to be myself

We were just some kids with no big plans
Never winning, always the also-rans
Now we're living life in the rearview
clways trying to get back to Clearview

We were just some kids with no big plans
Never winning, always the also-rans
Now we're living life in the rearview
clways trying to get back to Clearview

Clearview on my mind
Clearview on my mind
Clearview on my mind
Clearview on my mind