Untitled

We were latchkey kids with calloused hands,
Runnin’ wild, drinkin’ from the garden stand.
No phones, just bikes and busted knees,
Back when life was built on scraped-up dreams.
We played outside ‘til the streetlights glowed,
Wrote love notes in the dust on the back of the road.
Didn’t need no filters, no online lies,
Just mix tapes, cheap gas, and star-filled skies.
[Pre-Chorus]
But the world got loud, the years ran fast,
Everything we knew got left in the past.
They built up walls where the fields once stood,
Now we're strangers in our own neighborhoods.
[Chorus]
Take me back when the world was ours,
When we lit up the night from the hood of our cars.
No masks, no fear, just a fist full of time,
When we swore we’d stay young and never draw lines.
But the world turned cold, and we lost our way,
Trading late-night talks for bills to pay.
Ohhh, we were free, we were wild, we were strong,
Tell me where the good days have gone.
[Verse 2]
We watched the towers fall through a TV screen,
Felt the world break in ways we couldn't believe.
Then came the war, then came the crash,
Then came the years that we’ll never get back.
And just when we thought we could finally breathe,
They locked all the doors, left us lost in a dream.
We fought through the sickness, we buried our own,
Now we carry the weight of a world unknown.
[Pre-Chorus]
And we’re still here, but damn, it’s tough,
Tired of pretending that “strong” is enough.
We miss the nights when the world felt small,
When we had each other—that was all.
[Chorus]
Take me back when the world was ours,
When we lit up the night from the hood of our cars.
No masks, no fear, just a fist full of time,
When we swore we’d stay young and never draw lines.
But the world turned cold, and we lost our way,
Trading late-night talks for bills to pay.
Ohhh, we were free, we were wild, we were strong,
Tell me where the good days have gone.
[Bridge] (Soft, stripped-down, almost whispered over a distant electric guitar.)
Maybe we’ll never get back what we had,
Maybe time only moves, never asks, never lasts.
But if you’re still here, if you feel this too,
Then maybe we ain’t lost—we’re just bruised.
(Drums build back up, the energy surges—one last rally cry.)
[Final Chorus] (Massive, anthemic, built for a stadium to sing along to.)
So here’s to the nights that we still remember,
To the songs on the radio, burnin’ like embers.
To the ones we lost, to the ones still fightin’,
To the sparks in our souls that refuse to stop shinin’.
The world ain’t ours, but we’re still here,
We’ll carry the weight, we’ll swallow the fear.
Ohhh, we were free, we were wild, we were strong,
And the good days? They ain't really gone.
[Outro] (Fades out, raw and honest, like a conversation at 3 AM.)
Maybe the past ain't comin’ back,
But the way we lived?
Man, that still lasts.

A nostalgic, hard-hitting, reflecting on the freedom of the past, the struggles of the present, edm, rock, pop, rap