歌詞

First crush in a borrowed hoodie

Writing names on a math book spine

Sneaking looks when the room got quiet

Thought your hand would stay in mine

Every generation

Same goodbye

We promise forever

Then we change our minds

Folded notes turn into “seen at 9”

You say you’re fine

I say I’m fine

Every generation

Same goodbye

We hold on tight

Then we don’t know why

Love grows loud

Then slips behind

Every generation

Same goodbye

College town

Tiny kitchen light

Burnt toast

Your shoes by the door

All our plans on the refrigerator

Now your key’s not there anymore

Every generation

Same old fight

We talk in circles till we kill the night

I reach for you

But you lock your eyes

On something safe

Somewhere outside

Every generation

Same old fight

We blame the timing

Call it “wrong place

Right”

We pack our dreams in cardboard lies

Every generation

Same old fight

New phone

Different ringtone echo

Your face in a small blue frame

We trade hearts for a row of icons

Swipe through strangers who feel the same

Every generation

Same blue glow

We touch a screen and then let go

Typing paragraphs we never send

Staring at that flashing end

Every generation

Same blue glow

We lose each other in the scroll

We call it “space

” we call it “slow”

But it just means we’re letting go

Years pass

Run into you downtown

You laugh

Say you almost called

All the words we saved for later

Now they don’t belong at all

Every generation

Same soft fade

From shouting vows to “hey

You’ve changed”

We toast the past

Then walk away

Two old stories

One replay

Every generation

Same soft fade

We trade our always for “we were great”

Different slang

Different screens

Same ache

Every generation

Same soft fade

Still

I’d choose you in every version

VHS

Late-night call

Bad connection

Old ring tones

Static lines

New blue light

You were my once in every life (Oh)

Every generation

Same soft fade

From shouting vows to “hey

You’ve changed”

We toast the past

Then walk away

Two old stories

One replay

Every generation

Same soft fade

We trade our always for “we were great”

Different slang

Different screens

Same ache

Every generation

Same soft fade