Uncool by Ren Farren
He was a red windbreaker and black Chuck Taylors and faded blue Levi jeans
He was soft brown leather and rough white cotton and not a lot in between
And it felt just a little like I fell into the middle of a bona fide teenage dream
But the years go by and the daydreams die and I still don’t know what it means

I never felt again what I felt back then when I looked in those big brown eyes
And it left me reeling, left me chasing that feeling, tryna find it down deep inside
Cause we were all running either to or from something, resurrection or suicide
And the fire still smolders even as I get older, even when I’m so sure it’s died

And we were screaming from the cheap seats
Trying to be brave and break the rules
Running dreaming through the beach streets
We were lovers, we were fighters, we were fools
So excited, so united,
And so uncool

Now I’m sitting in traffic staring down my demographic in the faded red taillight glow
Thinking everybody scattered like none of it mattered and I don’t know which way to go
Wondering how much worse I can still get hurt by all the shit I don’t know
In the shadow of a past so vidid and vast and I don’t know how I’ll ever let go

We were screaming from the cheap seats
Trying to be brave and break the rules
Running dreaming through the beach streets
We were lovers, we were fighters, we were fools
So excited, so united,
And so uncool

Maybe you can never go home again
Love is kind, and then it’s cruel
But you loved me when I was uncool

When we were screaming from the cheap seats
Trying to be brave and break the rules
Running dreaming through the beach streets
We were lovers, we were fighters, we were fools
So excited, so united,
And so uncool