[Verse 1] Met you by the jungle gym, Hair in knots, your voice so thin. Chewed up gum stuck on your shoe, You said, “Let’s be a team of two.” Sandbox castles, daisy chains, Twisting swings 'til we felt pain. Pinkie-promise, never lie— But then you blinked, and said goodbye. --- [Pre-Chorus] Now I swing in crooked time, Rusty rhythm, out of line. You moved on to brighter things, I’m still tied to metal swings. --- [Chorus] Swing buddys, side by side, Flying high with scraped-up pride. Told each other secrets deep, You'd laugh so hard, then fall asleep. But see-saws tilt when one jumps off, Leaves the other feeling lost. Now I push and sway for two, A swing buddy stuck on you. --- [Verse 2] Brought your juice box to the park, Sat in silence past the dark. Made up games with silly rules, Shared my crayons after school. You got taller, I stayed small, Watched you vanish past the wall. Replaced me with a cooler friend, Guess swing rides always end. --- [Pre-Chorus] Monkey bars don’t call your name, Roundabout’s not quite the same. You took the laughter when you fled— Left a carousel in my head. --- [Chorus] Swing buddys, hearts in bloom, Spinning under cotton moon. You’d pretend the clouds were cake, I believed in every fake. But now the giggles feel like ghosts, And playground dreams hurt the most. I still hum our secret tune— Swing buddy, gone too soon. --- [Bridge] (slow, haunting) Remember when we built a nest, Underneath the slide, no rest? Held your hand through thunderstorm, You said my touch would keep you warm. Now you’re laughing at new jokes, I’m just echoes, seesaw spokes. I bring chalk and write your name— But wind and rain erase the frame. --- [Verse 3] (quiet, dreamy) I visit still, the spot we’d meet, Barefoot prints where we’d compete. Sometimes shadows look like you, Sometimes I answer, “Me too.” There’s a splinter in my seat, Where your kicks and mine would meet. They say kids outgrow the ride— But I stayed here when you lied. --- [Pre-Chorus] No more notes in lunchbox lids, No more dares, no tag, no bids. Just the sky, and me, and chains— Dangling from our baby games. --- [Final Chorus] Swing buddys, once so tight, Now I rock alone at night. Spoke in whispers, drew in chalk, Had our very own sweet talk. Now it’s echoes, click and creak, Me pretending you still speak. Push me high, I’ll push you too— Though you're just the air I move. --- [Outro] (softly, fading) I’ll keep swinging, just in case Your ghost comes back to take your place.
