[Verse 1] Backseat of my dad’s old car Burned CDs and ripped-up jeans Had my future on a Trapper Keeper Stick-figure plans Big-screen dreams Every summer felt like endless tries Hit restart on every fight “See you tomorrow” was a promise Not a gamble in the night [Pre-Chorus] Now every choice feels carved in stone No “are you sure?” before I’m grown (hey!) I keep wishing on that loading sign For a way back in my mind [Chorus] Load my save file from 2009 Before the drama Before the deadlines When “forever” meant “just one more ride” And I wasn’t scared of saying goodbye Give me three hearts and another life Let me mess up Then make it right If I crash this time I’ll be fine Just load my save file from 2009 [Verse 2] First crush in the hallway locker Misspelled notes and shaky hands We thought failing was a bad test grade Not a text we never send Now I scroll through people I don’t call High scores lost in old screenshots Busy keeping up with strangers Dropping all the friends I got [Pre-Chorus] Where’s the menu for “start again”? Can I undo what I became? (oh-oh) If there’s a cloud above my life Is my kid self still online? [Chorus] Load my save file from 2009 Before the numbers stole all my time When being brave meant one high-five And a scraped-up knee was the worst night Give me three hearts and another life Let me mess up Then make it right If I crash this time I’ll be fine Just load my save file from 2009 [Bridge] Maybe I’d still end up here Same scars Same songs Same fears (yeah) But I’d hug my mom a little longer Tell my friends “Please stay near” If I can’t go back Then let me keep That fearless kid inside my sleep Hit “continue” with his eyes Carry him into my life [Chorus] Load my save file from 2009 Not to live there Just to rewind Grab that courage Bring it in tight Let it glitch into tonight Give me three hearts and another life Let me mess up Then make it right If I can’t go back I’ll still try To play like it’s 2009

rock, Bright pop‑punk band energy, male vocals with a slightly nostalgic edge. Palm-muted guitars in the verses, tight bass and punchy drums; choruses explode with octave leads, gang shouts, and stacked harmonies. Brief halftime pre-chorus drop for tension, then full-speed hooks. Clean but driving mix, vocals right on top for singalong clarity., pop, punk, male vocals

Save File From 2009