Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Crackling wood Shadows dance on our knees Four old guitars Tuned to memories Some broken strings Some stickers half-peeled We start on a joke And the night gets real [Verse 1] First love tasted Like warm lemonade Park bench promises We never quite made You tripped on your words I tripped on my feet We kissed through our braces And laughed off the heat [Verse 2] That beat-up scooter Two helmets One brain We rode through puddles Came back soaked by the rain Your mom in the doorway Pretending to frown While we left muddy footprints All over town [Chorus] Sing it loud All our yesterday smiles Every wrong turn Was worth all the miles We got hearts with A few funny scars But it feels so right Singing under these stars Feels so right Yeah It feels so right Campfire echoes Carry our lives tonight [Verse 3] Remember that summer Those wild midnight drives Four friends One playlist The best of our lives Windows wide open We yelled out our names Got lost on purpose Then turned it to a game [Verse 4] We tried cheap hair dye That washed out in days The photos are blurry But I love every phase We burned the pancakes Set off the alarm Still ate them laughing With syrup on our arms [Chorus] [Bridge] [soft Everyone humming] Ooh Ooh We were so sure So small Ooh Ooh But look We made it after all [one voice] The ones who left We still carry their jokes [another voice] The ones we loved Live in stories we poke [group Louder] We pass the guitar Like we pass around time Each little secret A half-sung line [Verse 5] You with that postcard You swore you would send Now it’s a group chat That never quite ends We type “remember?” And suddenly we’re Back in that classroom With gum in our hair [Verse 6] Crushes that faded Like ink in the sun But the way that we giggled Still feels like a run We dodged all the lockers Like some little maze Sharpened our pencils And wasted whole days [Chorus] [Bridge] [guitars drop to palm-muted strums] Hey To the nights We thought would last forever (hey!) To the jokes Only we can remember (oh yeah) To the tears That turned into a shout We’re smiling now ’cause we made it out [crescendo Full strums] To the friends Who found new towns New names We still keep them In our stories and games To the loves That spun us around like a song Even when they ended They helped us along [Chorus] [Outro] [voices laughing Talking over each other] Play that wrong chord We always mess up Someone start clapping It tightens us up Four old guitars And a sky open wide If this is growing older I’m glad you’re by my side
Tags
Bright acoustic campfire jam with four strummed guitars in a loose, percussive groove; one guitar holds steady rhythm, another picks melodic fills, two more add chunky offbeat chords. Group, mixed vocals trading lines and big gang-sung choruses, with laughter and call-and-response ad-libs between phrases. Energy starts intimate and storytelling, then swells into full-throated sing-along by the final chorus, claps and foot-stomps driving the last round., happy
Duration
4:44
Instrumental
No
Created
1/9/2026