Memories

Intro Yeah… Verse 1 Twelve-frame strip from a midnight booth— Your smile lit the room like a silver-screen truth. City lights blurred into B-roll gold, We developed under pressure, every moment exposed. Sidewalk symphonies, sneakers on the snare, Heartbeats drummed double-time, love in the air. You traced constellations on my sleeve, Said, “Hold these stars, they’re ours to weave.” I was verses, you were melody, matched on the meter, Two notes bending time like a warped record heater. Summer whispered secrets through a half-cracked door, We lived in the echo, always craving one more. Memory’s a DJ—keeps the needle in place, But the groove got deeper than the vinyl could take. (whoa) Pre-Chorus Future on mute, nostalgia on blast, We slow-dance with ghosts in the glow of the past. (hmm) Chorus – “Memories” Memories, Memories— pictures that refuse to sleep, Play back every heartbeat while the real world skips a b**t. (hey) Memories, Memories— soundtrack of what used to be, We’re walking separate rhythms, but the hook still sings in me. Verse 2 Passports stamped with could-have-beens, I’m paging through the margins where the ink runs thin. Flights got booked, but the timing was late, Now “terminal” means endings at a boarding-gate. (boarding…) You chased North Stars, I mapped South-side skies, Both drew a line in the sand, but the tide rewrites. Love was a lease with a miles cap hidden, We drove past limits, engine knocking on decisions. When the chorus hit the radio, our silence was the verse, Every spun-back memory felt a blessing and a curse. You’re the artist and the artwork, hanging in my mind, A gallery I tour alone when life unwinds. (deep breath) Now I toast to the lesson, not the loss— Even shadows prove light was here, moving across. Bridge Still hear you in the reverb— Laughter stretched like tape delay. We ain’t broken, just remixed; Same song, different fade-away. ( Final Chorus Memories, Memories— echo like a choir of dawn, Polaroids turn sepia, but the feeling marches on. Memories, Memories— bittersweet but setting us free, Two solos from a duo, still singing in key. (you know, you know) Memories, Memories— crowd sings the hook on cue, Hands up to the ceiling for the love that we once knew. *(call) “Memories!” (response) “Live in me!” Outro We good… keep moving.