In a corner in a basement of an old house

There's a speaker that we left there

Spitting static to a neighborhood that I grew up in

I still live there but it's different now

Now that we've moved out of the place I loved

In the beds we made and the clothes we wore

There are traces of a former love and a long-lost friend

We can't wash out

Some will gravitate towards other towns

With a different set of streets on grids

I wish that I could have known back then what I know right now

But we were only kids

Though hindsight offers clearer eyes

What the future holds is twice as bright

And I'm old enough to realize

That the past ain't always left behind