Back, When We Believed

[Intro] Yeah… Old screens flicker… Ghosts in VHS tones. We were infinite… before the phones. Back when we believed… We could really breathe. [Verse 1] Back when hope… had patience, Love had time to wait. We built dreams from mixtapes, Not from algorithms’ bait. We’d scribble names inside a desk (tap, tap), Not texts that disappear. You heard my voice… not just my post— Felt me near… really near. No filters… just cracked faces, No proof… just trust. Chaos of youth. Now it’s views, not eyes, Trading heartbeats for… reflection. [Pre-Chorus] I miss the noise… The little space in-between, Static hum… the pauses… We had less control… More soul… more feel… Now it’s instant… And kinda hollow. [Chorus] Back when we believed… forever could stay, Nights felt longer… in that warm, slow way. Now we’re wired tight… can’t feel delay… Everything instant… nothing to say. Yeah, we had less… but it was deep— Back when we dreamed… before we’d sleep. [Verse 2] I still remember dial-up tones, Mom yelling “Get off!” through broken phones. Mixtapes bleeding through worn speakers, Every skip a scar… every sound reborn. We were kids with chaos, no net, Cigarette smoke, teenage bet. Love was messy… but it was felt. At least it was real enough to tell. Now… curated pain, pixel haze, Heartbreak staged… applause or praise. I scroll through ghosts—my memory feeds, All dopamine… no planted seeds. [Hook] Yeah… we used to wait. Now… we just refresh. Used to dream… Now we just… digest. [Bridge] Maybe we weren’t better… Just more alive. Back when silence was sacred… Not empty. Joy wasn’t measured… Just… enjoyed. I miss that noise… Imperfect, flawed… Sound of trying… Sound of God. [Final Chorus] Back when we believed… forever was near, When touch meant truth… love sincere. Now we ghost ourselves… Lose our beat. We had less light… but it burned right. We had no plan… just hearts… just nights. Yeah, we were reckless… raw… naïve… But damn… back then… we believed. [Outro] Press rewind… Let the tape hum… Let it breathe. I’d trade all this progress… For one slow scene… One scene.