Right Now

Coffee stains and fluorescent lights, the same dumb jokes every Friday night. We were counting down the weekend fast, never thinking these days would pass.

Parking lot talks after five, cheap beer making us feel alive. We kept saying, “There’s gotta be more,” but now I’d give anything for before.

Pre-Chorus: Funny how the little things disappear without a warning, without a tear.

Chorus: I wish we knew we were living inside the moments we’d end up missing. Laughing too loud in the break room air, thinking forever was waiting there. Now every memory hits differently. Turns out those were the good old days.

Verse 2: Photographs in a cardboard box, old mixtapes and mismatched socks. People drift like summer smoke. One day, the inside jokes are jokes.

Everybody moves along, different cities, different songs. But sometimes late at night, I swear, I can still hear everybody there.

Pre-Chorus: Funny how time steals everything without asking what it means.

Chorus: I wish we knew we were living inside the moments we’d end up missing. Laughing too loud in the break room air, thinking forever was waiting there. Now every memory hits differently. Turns out those were the good old days.

Bridge: Maybe heaven ain’t a place above. Maybe it’s people that we once loved, frozen somewhere in a moment gone, still singing after the music’s done.

Final Chorus: I wish we knew when we were standing in the middle of the life we wanted, before the years all slipped away, before goodbye replaced our names. Now I hold on while the picture fades. ‘Cause we were living the good old days.