Snapshots

We laughed by the lake in late August haze
Sunlight on your hair like some cheap Polaroid grace
Books stacked on the floor, movies halfway watched
Our first apartment smelled like dust and cigarettes

Now it plays like a torn-up music video
Colors bled, frames flicker slow
I reach for the reel but it slips through my hands
Snapshots of a life that used to feel like mine

Ashtrays on windowsills, coffee gone cold
We'd stay up too late just to not feel alone
The walls were too thin, the world felt so wide
Even silence had rhythm with you by my side

We'd stare at the screen, side by side in the dark
Your hand on the keys, my laugh at your spark
Pixel worlds where we forgot the time
Just two avatars trying to feel alive

Now it plays like a torn-up music video
Grainy scenes in a VHS glow
I press rewind but the tape just screams
Snapshots from a dream I can barely believe

Are we meant to lose all the pieces we love?
Or do we just forget how it felt to be enough?
I try to live here, in this now, in this grey
But the light from back then won't stay away

Still it plays like a torn-up music video
With voices I know, in places I can't go
I freeze the frame, but it cuts like glass
Snapshots of a past that won't come back