Storytellers - Slingshot Dakota

Take me back to my blissful youth

Time didn’t matter, we made up the rules

We looked each other in the eyes

Passed notes in the hallway, spent afternoons underneath the sky

Oh it was perfect

It used to be

Oh it was perfect

There’s a place in the back of my mind

Where everyone’s still around

We can go whenever you want

Where everything lost is found

I can feel the day that you died

We fell on the floor and felt nothing inside

I can hear gunshots in my head

You got away from the one who wanted you left for dead

Oh my god

It used to be

Oh my god

There’s a place in the back of my mind

Where everyone’s still around

We can go whenever you want

Where everything lost is found

We can’t erase it, we can’t erase it

Storytelling 'til the end of time

I’ll hold on tightly to your words

If you hold tight to mine

We’ll think of something