[Intro – soft bell loop + tape hiss]
Click… snap… playback starts…
Feels like summer in my old school heart…
[Verse 1 – soft-girl R&B glide]
Got my flip phone shining in my pocket like gold,
Checkin’ every second if your text got bold.
T9 keyboard, typing slow like a dream,
But I’m smiling at the screen like you’re right here with me.
Skate shoes scraping on the pavement light,
Earphones tangled but the playlist’s right.
A little old-school crush in the hallway air,
You brushed past once, now I’m caught outta nowhere.
[Pre-Chorus – warm pads swelling]
And my friends keep laughing, saying I’m too gone,
But my ringtone hits and I melt like dawn.
Boy (or girl), you’re the reason I’m pacing messy,
Call me back… I’m ready.
[Chorus – clap-heavy, soft vocals layered]
’Cause it feels like ’08 every time you say “hey,”
And my heart goes wild in that middle-school way.
Got a mixtape feeling in a world so loud,
But your voice cuts through like a soft-laced cloud.
Oh, it’s ’08, baby, take me right back—
Side bangs, hoodies, and my old-school track.
If you want me, just say it…
We could keep it classic, don’t change it.
[Verse 2 – light hip-hop phrasing]
Snapback tilted and your laugh so sly,
Passing notes under desks like it’s do-or-die.
I said “circle yes,” you circled twice,
And that tiny scribble changed my whole damn life.
Late-night calls til the minutes ran tight,
Sneaking past bedtime ’cause it felt so right.
These butterfly feelings, they never get old,
Even now thinking ’bout it feels like gold.
[Bridge – faded polaroid effect]
Hold still—
We’re a picture in a hallway light,
Two kids learning how to fall just right.
If time rewound, I’d pick you again,
Same day, same place, same pen.
[Final Chorus – richer, warmer]
’Cause it feels like ’08 every time you say “hey,”
And my heart goes wild in that middle-school way.
It’s a faded photo but the colors won’t fade—
Yeah, we’re timeless in that sweet arcade.
