Lyric

We were kids in hand‑me‑downs

Trading notes in paper towns

You drew hearts on my old shoes

Said

“One day

I might choose you”

Love in slow motion

First Polaroid frame

Laughing through thunder

Learning my name

You held me so lightly I thought I could fly

Too young to know how fast years pass by

High school lockers

Crowded halls

Your mixtape spinning through my walls

We missed curfew in your dad’s car

Fogged‑up glass

Wishing on a far plane star

Love in the backseat

Dashboard glow

We mapped out futures we couldn’t know

You swore forever in a borrowed coat

Every promise floating like steam from your throat

All those small September days

Folded into picture trays

Every laugh

Each crowded room

Still hums inside this living bloom

Tiny apartment

Second floor

Takeout boxes by the door

Argued over rent and plans

Coffee cooling in our hands

Love at the table

Cracked ceramic cup

Two tired dreamers trying to grow up

You said

“I’m scared we want different skies”

I stared at my plate

Hiding my eyes

We changed clothes

We changed our hair

Changed the city

Changed the air

But every time we tried to bend

Somewhere softer turned to end

Now it’s years and other rings

New last names and smaller things

Still I pass our corner store

See your smile in the sliding door

Love in the rearview

Fading street sign

Your laugh keeps living at the edge of mine

I hold my future

But I taste the past

Some stories flicker longer than they last

Every era

Same old theme

We lose

We keep

We stitch the seam

In every age

In every part

You were the echo in my heart

Love through the ages

Grainy to clear

From whispered wishes to a grown‑up tear

We never made it to the final page

But every chapter holds your name in the margin of my age