LYRICS
作曲 : IG.2
Back to previous page?
(Yes / Always)
back arrow — snap back.
new tab — same crash.
step now — no flash.
eyes front — hold fast.
Neon fog, late scroll, thumb learns routes,
Left-corner lure like a homing doubt.
New door loads—then old room pounces,
I page the present, habit bounces.
Breadcrumb trail on a broken map,
I trace that past till the map snaps back.
Move on” banner in a rented app—
I hit proceed, neck whiplash.
Dead-link love with a cached-out gloss,
Click “for now,” it reroutes loss.
Even the skyline replays then;
City in loop, so I loop again.
Right-swipe life—slide to past.
Green light wide—still look back.
back arrow — snap back.
new tab — same crash.
step now — no flash.
eyes front — hold fast.
no past. no pass. (tag)
Auto-remember wrong doors, wrong floors,
Auto-fill names I don’t call for.
Patch-note pain with a roll-back lore,
Undo / redo—same export.
I ghost my now for a highlight reel,
Curate the hurt till the hurt feels real.
Archive box in a midtown lease,
Label: “US” with a stale release.
Therapist asks if I want new ground—
I say “sure,” still circling town.
Face the street—spine still snaps.
Future speaks—memory laughs.
back arrow — snap back.
new tab — same crash.
step now — no flash.
eyes front — hold fast.
no past. no pass.
Backpage habits, I backspace panic,
Backpack baggage, I black-tape damage.
Cache that casket, a callback tactic,
Hands on the present— I snap that magnet.
Roll-back? no— I road-map now,
Throwback vids? I close-tab out.
Neck tries backtrack, spine says stand;
Thumb wants home, but I own this land.
Crash that loop like a lane-split savage,
Past plays bait— I change-shift, vanish.
Name my mile, let the grain-grit manage,
Break that chain with a straight-cut advantage.
Crosswalk chirp; I freeze mid-step,
Rear-lot ghosts in a tinted depth.
Starred-out voicemail on my list,
I mouth your lines till the vowels twist.
Friends say “heal”—I nod, then drag,
Back-arrow glow on a pocket flag.
Museum pose in a living flat,
Dust on “us”—I’m done with that.
Mirrors beg for a rearview frame;
I train my eyes on the present lane.
Both feet down—face the glass.
If now asks—don’t answer past.
back arrow — snap back.
new tab — same crash.
step now — no flash.
eyes front — hold fast.
no past. no pass.
I worshipped loss—polished the lock,
Paid in peace to honor the shock.
If every road keeps asking who,
I drive with both hands—let it blur through.
back arrow — snap back.
new tab — same crash.
step now — no flash.
eyes front — hold fast.
back arrow — not that.
old path — fall flat.
live here — no lag.
now here — no back.
no past. no pass.
I pocket the pull like a broken magnet,
Rename the lane—finally stand in it.
If peace lives here, not where I crashed,
I breathe on beat—and break the back.