Verse 1

I miss the AIM away message, the feeling of delay, / Now it's instant feedback, 24/7, every single day. / My brain's an open browser with fifty tabs running fast, / Trying to download tomorrow while still holding onto the past. / Everything's HD, everything's defined, / Can't find the soft edge, can't find a place to hide.

Pre-Chorus

This constant connection is feeling like a prison, / No room for reflection, no room for vision. / Searching for the secret in a forgotten stack of CDs, / Just trying to recharge in the shade of analog trees.

Chorus

Gimme that '90s dial-up, the sound of static rain, / I need a floppy disk to hold the memory and stop the pain. / Take me back to flip phones, when the likes didn't matter, / Living life on auto-pilot, climbing up the latter. / Slap on a nostalgia filter, turn the brightness down low, / I wanna live in blurry polaroids, let the real me show.

Verse 2

Remember waiting hours just to hear your favorite track? / Now the whole library's here, and there's no turning back. / We used to burn the mixes; now we just hit "share," / Less heart in the creation, more anxiety in the air. / I'm chasing ghost frequencies on an old shortwave radio, / Anything to escape the speed of the modern flow.

Bridge

Rewind, reset the tape, let the hiss fill the space, / Trade my 5G network for a simpler time and place. / No endless scrolling, no endless feed, / Just the low-res comfort that I truly need.

Chorus

Gimme that '90s dial-up, the sound of static rain, / I need a floppy disk to hold the memory and stop the pain. / Take me back to flip phones, when the likes didn't matter, / Living life on auto-pilot, climbing up the latter. / Slap on a nostalgia filter, turn the brightness down low, / I wanna live in blurry polaroids, let the real me show.

Outro

Just low-res comfort... / Blurry polaroids... / I'm switching to flight mode.