[Verse 1] Found my yearbook in a closet box Dust on the cover Ink still sharp Every scribbled heart and inside joke Hits like it’s breaking me apart You in your letterman Crooked grin Her in that thrift-store Glitter dress Swore we were bigger than this town Now it’s just names that I miss [Pre-Chorus] Did you make it out to some bright coast Or stay where the winters bite? I trace the pages like they might talk But they’re frozen in that night [Chorus] Yearbook ghosts All these faces in the glow Are you out there getting lost? Are you ever coming home? Ten years gone I still mouth your old nicknames Are you chasing something wild? Or did the wild stay the same? Yearbook ghosts Will I ever see you close? Or are we Just yearbook ghosts? [Verse 2] You wrote “call me when we’re twenty-five” Number faded I still try Type it in Then backspace slow Scared of “who’s this?” on the other side I see your prom shoes Silver straps His tie that never sat quite straight We swore the world would know our names Did the world learn how to wait? [Pre-Chorus] Did you crash in tiny airport bars Laughing at the late-night flights? Or trace the same old country roads Counting out the porch light nights? [Chorus] Yearbook ghosts All these faces in the glow Are you out there getting lost? Are you ever coming home? Ten years gone I still mouth your old nicknames Are you chasing something wild? Or did the wild stay the same? Yearbook ghosts Will I ever see you close? Or are we Just yearbook ghosts? [Bridge] Maybe you’ve got kids that look like you (oh) Maybe you changed your last name too Maybe you dyed your hair jet black Burned that whole small-town soundtrack I’m still here talking to this page Like it’s a doorway Not a cage If I saw you on a crowded train Would you still say My name? (hey) [Chorus] Yearbook ghosts All these faces in the glow Are you out there getting lost? Are you ever coming home? Ten years gone I still mouth your old nicknames Are you chasing something wild? Or did the wild stay the same? Yearbook ghosts Will I ever see you close? Or are we Just yearbook ghosts? [Outro] Found my yearbook in a closet box Left it open on the floor If you ever find your way back here I’ll be waiting at that door

pop, Moody emo-pop with female vocals over shimmery electro textures; verses ride a tight, mid-tempo groove with pulsing sidechain synths and close-mic’d, almost whispered delivery, then the chorus blooms with wide pads, octave-doubled leads, and stacked harmonies. Subtle distorted guitar swells add grit in the pre-chorus; final hook strips to vocal, soft keys, and a ticking percussion loop for a nostalgic fade., emo, electro

Yearbook Ghosts