[Verse 1 – low energy] They sit down at a table in a downtown place, One in ripped black denim, piercings in her face. The other with a blazer and a calm, clean smile— Two worlds apart by a thousand miles. But the waitress walks away and the silence hits, Then they laugh so hard that they nearly split. Yeah, some things change, but this stays true— Some friends stay stitched like a faded tattoo. ⸻ [Chorus – loud, raw] And the dinner turns to flashbacks, ghost tracks, Riding on their bikes till the wheels cracked. Screaming out the windows of a dead-end street, Promising they’d never grow up, never retreat. Now one’s corporate, one’s chaos in boots, But they still share the same wild roots. ⸻ [Verse 2 – gritty] She taps her wine glass with chipped black nails, Says, “Remember when we stole your brother’s car and bailed?” The other rolls her eyes but the grin slips wide, “God, we thought we owned the night.” Fast cuts to the basement of a neighbor’s house, Where they blasted punk rock way too loud. One learned guitar, set her soul on fire, The other learned power, climbed higher and higher. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – softer, emotional burn] Different roads, different noise, One made spreadsheets, one destroyed toys. But every year they find their way Back to this table, back to yesterday. ⸻ [Chorus – louder, rawer] And the dinner turns to flashbacks, ghost tracks, Drawing broken hearts on their backpacks. Running from the cops in the summer heat, Falling on the pavement, laughing in defeat. Now one signs deals, one screams in bars, But they still share the same burnt stars. ⸻ [Bridge – spoken/grunge whisper → explode] “Do you ever miss it?” The punk one asks. “Yeah,” the other says, “But only with you.” The lights go dim, the noise comes back, Memories hit like a heart attack. Years moved fast, but the bond stayed slow— Some things break, but not this, no. ⸻ [Final Chorus – unhinged punk energy] At the dinner where the past comes roaring back, Like a scratched old record on a warped soundtrack. They grew apart, but the truth still stands— Two girls holding life in their trembling hands. One wears leather, one wears gold— But together they’re the wildfire they were told to outgrow.
