Dad let me drive his Chevy through the midnight rain The radio played Springsteen, static like a prayer He said: Son, the road’s a mirror, don’t stare too long Now I’m 35 and every song feels wrong We built a fire with the logs we stole Now it’s ashes and a half-empty soul The world spins fast, but we’re slow-dancing here Beginners in a game without rules, without fear We’re just fading Polaroids in a rusty frame Colors bleeding into yesterday’s name Hold me close before the edges disappear Love’s the only light that outlives the years Mom saved ticket stubs from movies we never saw Her dreams folded small, like a note in a drawer The TV still hums those old black-and-white lies But the screen’s cracked where she used to cry We built a fire with the logs we stole Now it’s ashes and a half-empty soul The world spins fast, but we’re slow-dancing here Beginners in a game without rules, without fear We’re just fading Polaroids in a rusty frame Colors bleeding into yesterday’s name Hold me close before the edges disappear Love’s the only light that outlives the years