I keep rewinding the parts that flatter me I frame the hallway like it's a magazine Crop out the dishes, crop out the arguing The laugh track hits when I need a dopamine Like we were better just 'cause we were younger, see You in that thrift coat, elbow on the window Me acting easy, you acting nothing's wrong Funny how my head plays only the warm notes Cuts out the cold ones like they're not part of the song If I'm honest, I don't miss the panic I miss the version of me that didn't scan it For every shift in your tone like it was static I got selective playback, only the highlights Only the angles where we look alright But the full tape's heavy, it tells the real life So why do I swear it was perfect back then? Selective playback, I'm looping the good parts Calling it gold like it didn't leave marks If it was heaven, why'd I beg for a restart? Maybe I miss what I wanted, not what we had I scroll old threads like they're souvenirs Ignore the gaps where you disappeared I can't admit how the silence felt engineered How I practiced calm while my chest stayed wired Now I pass our café, same chair by the door Different couple laughing at an inside joke My brain tries dressing the past in couture But I remember the nights when you wouldn't come close I don't miss the tension in the kitchen I miss believing love was simple enough to fit in One little photo, one little caption I got selective playback, only the highlights Only the angles where we look alright But the full tape's heavy, it tells the real life So why do I swear it was perfect back then? Selective playback, I'm looping the good parts Calling it gold like it didn't leave marks If it was heaven, why'd I beg for a restart? Maybe I miss what I wanted, not what we had I'm not a liar, I'm just a curator I stack the sweet stuff to quiet the later Truth is: We loved, and we failed in plain daylight Two things can live in the same sentence, it's fine I got selective playback, only the highlights Only the angles where we look alright But the full tape's heavy, it tells the real life So why do I swear it was perfect back then? Selective playback, I'm looping the good parts Calling it gold like it didn't leave marks If it was heaven, why'd I beg for a restart? Maybe I miss what I wanted, not what we had Maybe I miss what I wanted, not what we had