Lost Before the Screens

[Verse 1]
Sleep ‘til noon on a Tuesday
Missed calls on a cracked flip phone
Burned discs stacked on the carpet
Names in Sharpie
All in a row
Long walks home after practice
Backpacks stained with the summer rain
Didn’t care what the world was saying
Didn’t care
We just knew your name
[Chorus]
I’m lost before the screens
Back when nothing had to mean
Anything but being there
Stupid jokes and tangled hair
I’m chasing things I can’t rewind
Old cartoons and borrowed time
The world before the endless feed
I’m lost before the screens
[Verse 2]
Cheap cologne in your basement
Band tees hung from a bedroom door
Half-truths scribbled in yearbooks
“Keep in touch
” but we never swore
Parents talking in headlines
Now the headlines talk for them
Back then silence felt like breathing
Now it’s loud in my head again
[Chorus]
I’m lost before the screens
Back when nothing had to mean
Anything but being there
Stupid jokes and tangled hair
I’m chasing things I can’t rewind
Old cartoons and borrowed time
The world before the endless feed
I’m lost before the screens
[Bridge]
Do you remember
Waiting all week just to hear one song?
Do you remember
Thinking this year couldn’t last too long?
Now I scroll through faded faces
Same old names in different places
Every memory feels rehearsed
Like we lived it in reverse (oh)
[Chorus]
I’m lost before the screens
Back when nothing had to mean
Anything but being there
Stupid jokes and tangled hair
I’m chasing things I can’t rewind
Old cartoons and borrowed time
The world before the endless feed
I’m lost before the screens
Yeah I’m lost before the screens

rock, Slow, roomy early-2000s pop-punk ballad; clean palm-muted guitars and warm bass in the verses, kick on the quarters, tammy snare; choruses rise with wide distorted power chords, gang vocals on the hook, and a soaring male vocal. Bridge strips to voice and guitar before a final full-band chant-outro that feels like a crowd singing along in a small venue., world, nostalgic, ballad, pop punk, slow, sad