Flip Phone Summer

I found a bad photo

In the back of my phone

All the colors washed out

But it feels like home

Cheap sunglasses

Missed a streak of gold

We were laughing so hard

We forgot the code

Can't remember my screen

Tiny spark in the dark

One little smile

And it hit like a spark

Little snapshots

Of youth, paper, kissing neon truth

Every blurry corner, every kiss in the parking lot

Bad photos

Big feelings, somewhere that we almost lost

But I still remember what the camera forgot

Bad photos

Bright sun

You and me

On the run

A thousand little moments that we'll never

Come undone

Bubblegum ring on a cracked dashboard glass

Hands on the radio, trying to make it last

You wore that worn-out jacket like a lucky sign

And I kept stealing glances every third red light

One shaky frame, but is that everything clear?

How a summer can change the shape of the year?

Blue snapshots of you, paper cut to me, I'm truth

Every blurry corner, every kiss in the parking lot

Bad photos, big fear we could stumble, then we almost lost

But I still remember what the camera forgot

Bad photos

Bright sun, you and me on the run

A thousand little moments that will never come undone

We were firework hearts in a half-lit sky

Too young to know, but we knew how to fly

If the image fades, let the feelings stay

Some memories only glow when they fade

Little snapshots

A few paper cuts of neon juice

Everybody clawed at every kiss

And the heart game lied back for us

Big feelings, something that we almost lost

But I still remember

What the camera forgot

Backfired up

Like fun

You and me

On the run

A thousand little moments

That we'll never

Come undone

Yeah, the picture was bad

But the magic was real

But summer still lives in the way I feel