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CUM SHOT FROM THE PAST

WHAT THIS SONG IS ABOUT

Life has a way of convincing us that yesterday is gone forever.

We move.

We change jobs.

We raise families.

We lose people.

We gain experience.

We become different versions of ourselves.

Then, without warning, something pulls us backward.

A familiar face.

A familiar laugh.

A familiar saying.

A smell.

A song playing in a restaurant.

Suddenly everything comes rushing back.

Not because we want it to, but because memories never truly disappear.

This song explores that moment.

It asks what happens when two people reconnect after years apart.

Do they still recognize each other?

Do they still see the young people they once were?

Or do they only see the years that have passed?

There is no bitterness here.

There is no blame.

There is laughter.

There is honesty.

There is acceptance that time changes all of us.

But there is also gratitude.

Gratitude for the moments that can never be taken away.

Some relationships are meant to last forever.

Others are meant to leave you with unforgettable stories.

Both matter.

This song celebrates the stories.

THE STORY BEHIND CUM SHOT FROM THE PAST

One of the interesting things about getting older is realizing how differently you think about time.

When you’re twenty years old, five years feels like forever.

When you’re sixty, five years feels like yesterday.

That changes everything.

You begin to understand why older people enjoy talking about the past. It is not because they are living there. It is because those memories have survived everything life has thrown at them.

Money comes and goes.

Jobs change.

Homes change.

People leave.

People die.

Dreams evolve.

But some memories remain untouched.

Sometimes all it takes is seeing one person again for those memories to come flooding back.

That idea fascinated me.

I started thinking about how funny these conversations can become.

Within minutes people begin saying things like, “Remember when we did this?”

“Remember that road trip?”

“Remember how crazy we were?”

Then someone laughs and says, “Look at us now.”

Nobody means it in a cruel way.

It is simply acknowledging that life happened.

The skinny kid is no longer skinny.

The athlete now has sore knees.

The beautiful girl who turned heads everywhere she went is still beautiful, but in a different way.

The confident young man now carries scars nobody can see.

Time humbles everyone.

What fascinated me even more was realizing that beneath all those physical changes, many people are still exactly who they always were.

The same sense of humor.

The same personality.

The same sparkle in their eyes.

The same ability to make you laugh until your stomach hurts.

That tells us something important.

Our appearance changes much faster than our identity.

This song grew from that observation.

The title came much later.

I knew it needed something that would stop people in their tracks.

Something they would never forget.

Something that would make people curious enough to press Play.

Once they did, I wanted them to discover that the title was only the doorway.

The real story was inside.

I have always enjoyed songs that surprise people.

Songs that begin one way but leave them somewhere completely different.

Life works that way too.

We often judge people before hearing their story.

Sometimes we judge books by their covers.

Sometimes we judge songs by their titles.

Then we discover we were completely wrong.

That is part of the fun.

There is another layer to this song that I think many people will understand.

Every one of us exists in someone else’s memory.

Whether we realize it or not, we become part of other people’s stories.

Someone remembers laughing with us.

Someone remembers crying with us.

Someone remembers falling in love with us.

Someone remembers working beside us.

Someone remembers the advice we gave.

Someone remembers the mistakes we made.

We leave pieces of ourselves everywhere we go.

Most of the time we never even know it.

Years later those pieces can suddenly come back to life through one unexpected meeting.

That is what makes life so interesting.

We spend so much time planning tomorrow that we forget yesterday is still quietly living inside us.

This song is about opening that old photo album without actually opening one.

It is about the photographs stored in our minds.

Sometimes they are clearer than the real pictures.

Sometimes they are funnier.

Sometimes they are kinder.

Sometimes they remind us that we were stronger than we thought.

The older I get, the more I realize memories are not just about looking backward.

They help explain who we are today.

Every conversation.

Every mistake.

Every adventure.

Every heartbreak.

Every friendship.

Every goodbye.

They all built the person standing here now.

Without those moments, this song would never exist.

Without those people, neither would many of the lessons that shaped my thinking.

That is why I do not believe the past should be forgotten.

It should be understood.

Not because we want to live there.

Because it helped build the road we are walking today.

That is the real heart of this song.

It is not wishing for youth.

It is appreciating that we had it.

It is appreciating the people who shared it with us.

It is smiling because those memories still make us laugh decades later.

Sometimes that is enough.

Sometimes that is everything.

WHY THIS SONG FITS MOITA

If someone asked me to describe MOITA in one sentence, I would probably say this.

MOITA is about life before it is about music.

Every song begins with a question, a memory, an observation, or an experience. The melody and the guitars come later. The first thing has always been the story.

That is why this song belongs here.

On the surface, it looks completely different from many of the other songs in the catalogue. Some MOITA songs deal with pain. Others deal with homelessness, faith, betrayal, chronic illness, politics, family, history, or finding the strength to keep going when life keeps knocking you down.

This song smiles more than it cries.

That does not make it less important.

Life is not made entirely of tragedies. If every chapter were heavy, we would eventually forget how to laugh. Some of the greatest moments we carry through life are the ones that made absolutely no sense at the time. They were ordinary days that somehow became unforgettable memories.

I think that is one of the reasons people enjoy getting together with old friends. They are not meeting to compare bank accounts or job titles. They are meeting to relive the stories that only they understand.

Someone says one sentence.

The whole table starts laughing.

Everyone else in the restaurant wonders what is so funny.

You could explain it, but it would never be as funny to anyone else because they were not there.

Every friendship creates its own language.

Every group has its own jokes.

Every family has stories that get told at every holiday dinner.

Every workplace has moments that become legends long after everyone has gone their separate ways.

Those stories become part of who we are.

That idea fits perfectly within MOITA because this catalogue has never been about pretending life is perfect. It has always been about recognizing that every experience has value.

Some experiences teach us how to survive.

Some teach us how to love.

Some teach us who to trust.

Some simply remind us that life can be ridiculously funny.

This song belongs in that last group.

There is another reason I believe it fits the MOITA philosophy.

I have never wanted to write songs that tell people what to think.

I would rather write songs that remind people of something they already know.

When someone hears this song, I hope they are not thinking about me.

I hope they are thinking about someone from their own life.

Maybe it is the first person they ever kissed.

Maybe it is the friend they spent every weekend with.

Maybe it is someone they have not spoken to in thirty years.

Maybe it is someone who is no longer alive.

Music has an incredible ability to unlock memories that have been sitting quietly in the back of our minds for years. Researchers have found that music is closely connected to memory because the brain regions involved in processing music are also linked with emotion and long-term memory. That is one reason a song can instantly transport us back to another time in our lives.

This is exactly what I wanted this song to do.

Not just entertain.

Reconnect.

That is a very MOITA idea.

The catalogue is filled with songs that ask people to stop for a moment and think.

Sometimes those thoughts are difficult.

Sometimes they are hopeful.

Sometimes they are uncomfortable.

Sometimes they make us laugh until our sides hurt.

All of them are part of being human.

Another thing I like about this song is that it refuses to pretend aging is something to fear.

We spend so much time trying to look younger that we sometimes forget growing older is a privilege.

Not everyone gets the chance.

Every wrinkle tells a story.

Every scar has a reason.

Every gray hair is another year of lessons, victories, mistakes, friendships, and survival.

That does not mean we have to enjoy every ache and pain.

It simply means we can appreciate the road that brought us here.

The lyrics joke about gaining weight and changing over time because that is exactly what old friends do. They tease each other. They remind each other of the people they used to be. Underneath every joke is affection.

Nobody is trying to hurt anyone.

They are simply saying, “I remember you.”

Sometimes those four words mean more than people realize.

To be remembered is to know that your life mattered to someone else.

That may be one of the greatest compliments a person can ever receive.

I also like that this song never tries to rewrite history.

Not every relationship is supposed to last forever.

Not every friendship stays close.

People move.

People marry.

People divorce.

People change careers.

Life keeps pulling us in different directions.

That does not erase what once existed.

Some chapters end exactly when they are supposed to end.

That does not make them failures.

It simply means they were chapters.

The memories remain.

The lessons remain.

The laughter remains.

That is enough.

When I look across the entire MOITA catalogue, I see songs about every part of life.

Some songs stand beside hospital beds.

Some stand inside prisons.

Some stand in churches.

Some stand on battlefields.

Some stand on hockey rinks.

Some stand in broken homes.

This one stands across a table from someone you have not seen in years, smiling while both of you try to remember who started laughing first.

That is real life too.

That is why this song belongs here.

It reminds us that not every important conversation has to be serious.

Sometimes healing begins with laughter.

Sometimes closure arrives disguised as an old memory.

Sometimes the greatest gift another person leaves behind is not a possession or a photograph.

Sometimes it is simply a story you still enjoy telling decades later.

That is the kind of story MOITA was built to tell.

READ THIS FIRST

Before you read the lyrics, I want you to do something.

Think of someone you have not seen in a long time.

Do not think about how the relationship ended.

Do not think about whether you still talk.

Just think about one moment.

Maybe it was a road trip.

Maybe it was sitting around a campfire until sunrise.

Maybe it was driving around with nowhere to go because being together was the destination.

Maybe it was laughing so hard that your stomach hurt.

Maybe it was getting into trouble that somehow became one of your favorite memories.

Those are the moments this song lives inside.

The title may catch your attention for one reason, but if you stop there, you will miss the entire point.

This song is really about what happens when time folds in on itself.

One conversation can erase thirty years.

One smile can remind you of a version of yourself that you thought was gone forever.

One joke can bring back an entire summer.

One familiar expression can unlock hundreds of memories you did not even realize were still there.

That is the incredible thing about memory.

It does not always arrive slowly.

Sometimes it hits all at once.

One second you are standing in the present.

The next, you are eighteen years old again.

That is not because time has stopped.

It is because our minds never completely let go of the people who helped shape us.

Some people stay in our lives.

Others become memories.

Both are important.

When you read these lyrics, do not focus only on the words.

Think about the faces that come into your mind.

Think about the people who made you laugh.

Think about the ones who accepted you before life became so complicated.

Think about the adventures that seemed ordinary at the time but became priceless years later.

We spend so much of our lives chasing the next goal that we sometimes forget to appreciate the chapters that brought us here.

Those chapters deserve to be remembered.

Not because we want to go back.

Because they remind us how fortunate we were to have lived them in the first place.

If this song makes you smile, then it has done its job.

If it makes you call an old friend, it has done even more.

If it reminds you that your own story is filled with moments worth remembering, then this song has become part of your story too.

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LYRICS

CUM SHOT FROM THE PAST

Catch and release, is that a smile I see?

Glowing sparkles brighter than a gleam

A shortcut back to a happy place

No bigger glow than what’s on your face

Can’t see further than my eyes can see

But a heartbeat triggers something deep in me

Saying things like, do you remember that?

Once you were skinny, now you’re fat

Are we still as good as we used to be?

Sweet Jesus, she used to take the prize

Walking in shadows from noon till midnight

She had a lot of friends, but none of them arrived

Who cares what goes on

As long as I’m by your side?

Keep it to yourself, peel away the layers

Scratch the surface and remove the mask

The days seem to pass

But being with you was always a blast

Remember this remember that

Everything we did the fun we had

Now I’m your cum shot from the past

Word for word, we fall back in the flow

Catch the wind, then let it go

The adventures were better than we ever dreamed

A little more crooked than a movie scene

Laughing so hard we could barely breathe

Acting like kids with nowhere to be

Turbulence hit when you looked at me

Was that real, or just a memory?

One wrong joke and we both broke down

Spilling old ghosts all over town

Scared to look around

Like someone might see

My God, let’s leave the scene

Sweet Jesus, she used to take the prize

Walking in shadows from noon till midnight

She had a lot of friends, but none of them arrived

Who cares what goes on

As long as I’m by your side?

Keep it to yourself, peel away the layers

Scratch the surface and remove the mask

The days seem to pass

But being with you was always a blast

Remember this, we remember that

Everything we did the fun we had

Now I’m your cum shot from the past

Time got heavy, bodies changed

Same old fire with a different name

You looked at me, I looked right back

Two old sinners on the same old track

Maybe we’re wrong

Maybe we’re right

Maybe we’re just too old to fight

But one thing still hits

And it hits so fast

Remember this, we remember that

Everything we did the fun we had

Now I’m your cum shot from the past

I’m your cum shot from the past

Yeah, I’m your cum shot from the past

LYRIC BREAKDOWN

WHAT I LIVED, WHAT I FELT, AND WHY THESE WORDS EXIST

One of the things I enjoy most about songwriting is taking an ordinary moment and looking at it from a different angle.

Most people have experienced reconnecting with someone from years ago. What fascinated me was not the meeting itself. It was everything that happened inside your head during those few minutes.

You are having one conversation.

Your mind is having another.

Every sentence reminds you of another memory.

Every laugh reminds you of another place.

Every expression reminds you of another version of yourself.

That is where this song began.

“Catch and release, is that a smile I see?”

The opening is intentionally gentle.

There is no dramatic entrance.

No grand declaration.

Just noticing a smile.

Sometimes that is all it takes.

We often think life-changing moments have to be dramatic, but they rarely are.

A smile.

A glance.

A familiar voice.

Those tiny moments can trigger emotions that have been asleep for decades.

Scientists have spent years studying why memories can suddenly return with incredible detail. Memory is closely connected with emotion, which is why certain sights, sounds and even facial expressions can instantly bring back experiences from long ago. That connection is one of the reasons nostalgia feels so powerful.

Instead of fearing nostalgia, I think it is worth understanding it.

It reminds us that our lives have been filled with moments that mattered.

“Saying things like, do you remember that? Once you were skinny, now you’re fat.”

People who have never had lifelong friends might think this line is insulting.

It is not.

This is exactly how old friends talk.

The best friendships are rarely polite.

They tease.

They laugh.

They exaggerate.

They remind each other of embarrassing stories.

Nobody is trying to win.

Nobody is trying to impress anyone.

The relationship has already survived those stages.

There is freedom in that.

As we get older, we become less interested in pretending to be perfect.

That honesty is refreshing.

It allows people to laugh at themselves instead of constantly trying to protect an image.

I think that is something we could all use a little more of.

“Sweet Jesus, she used to take the prize.”

I wanted this line to capture something many people experience but rarely admit.

Beauty changes.

Not because beautiful people become unattractive.

Because our definition of beauty changes.

When we are young, beauty often begins with appearance.

As life goes on, beauty becomes connected with kindness, humour, loyalty, resilience and character.

You begin to appreciate people differently.

Someone who once caught your eye because of the way they looked might now impress you because of everything they survived.

That is a much deeper kind of beauty.

I think growing older teaches us that lesson if we are willing to learn it.

“She had a lot of friends, but none of them arrived.”

This line says a lot with very few words.

Most of us have had periods in our lives where we were surrounded by people.

Birthdays.

Parties.

Workplaces.

Sports teams.

School.

The room was full.

Then life happened.

Years later, many of those people disappeared.

That is not always because anyone did something wrong.

Life simply moves.

Families grow.

Responsibilities change.

People relocate.

Dreams take them in different directions.

One of the lessons I have learned is that there is a difference between knowing many people and having people you can truly count on.

That difference often becomes clearer as the years pass.

Studies on friendship consistently show that while our social circles often become smaller as we age, our close relationships tend to become more meaningful. Many people trade quantity for quality, and that is not a loss. It is often a sign of maturity.

That idea sits quietly inside this lyric.

It is not criticizing anyone.

It is simply observing how life works.

“Peel away the layers. Scratch the surface and remove the mask.”

This may be my favourite image in the entire song.

We all wear masks.

Not fake identities.

Protective ones.

The confident person may be scared.

The funny person may be lonely.

The successful person may be exhausted.

The quiet person may have the most interesting story in the room.

When two people who share a genuine history sit down together, many of those masks disappear.

There is no need to pretend.

They already knew each other before careers, mortgages, titles and responsibilities became part of the picture.

For a little while, they simply become themselves again.

That is an incredibly freeing feeling.

It reminds us that the most valuable relationships in our lives are often the ones where we never have to perform.

Those are the people who remember us before the world told us who we were supposed to become.

That kind of connection is rare.

When it happens, it deserves to be appreciated.

“The days seem to pass, but being with you was always a blast.”

There are people who make time feel different.

You can spend an entire afternoon with them, and it feels like thirty minutes.

Then there are moments that last only a few minutes but stay with you for the rest of your life.

That is one of life’s greatest mysteries.

We all have the same twenty-four hours in a day, but we never experience time the same way.

Some days crawl.

Some years disappear before we realize they are gone.

When I wrote this line, I was thinking about the people who made ordinary days unforgettable.

We were not doing anything extraordinary.

We were not traveling the world.

We were not becoming famous.

Sometimes we were just driving around with nowhere to go.

Sometimes we were sitting on a tailgate talking until two in the morning.

Sometimes we were laughing at something that nobody else would ever understand.

Those are the moments that stay with us.

Looking back, I have realized that happiness is rarely found in the big events we spend months planning.

It usually hides inside ordinary afternoons that nobody thought to photograph.

That is one of the reasons memory is so fascinating.

Our minds often save the moments we never expected to become important.

“Remember this, remember that. Everything we did, the fun we had.”

This is probably the most universal part of the song.

Every generation has these conversations.

It does not matter if you grew up in the 1950s, the 1970s, the 1990s or today.

When people reconnect after years apart, they almost always begin telling stories.

Not because they have forgotten them.

Because telling them allows them to relive them.

Stories keep people alive.

Long after someone is gone, we still hear their laugh through the stories we tell.

We still remember the jokes they always repeated.

We still remember the strange habits that made them unique.

In many ways, storytelling is how human beings defeat time.

We cannot stop the years from passing.

But we can refuse to let the memories disappear.

That has always been one of the purposes behind MOITA.

These songs preserve moments.

Some belong to me.

Some belong to people I have met.

Some belong to observations made over many years.

Together they become a record of ordinary human life.

Not celebrity life.

Not perfect life.

Real life.

“Word for word, we fall back in the flow.”

Have you ever noticed how quickly old friends fall back into their old rhythm?

It is almost impossible to explain to someone who has never experienced it.

You may not have spoken in twenty years.

Then within five minutes, you are interrupting each other, finishing each other’s stories and laughing at jokes that nobody else understands.

It is almost as if time politely steps aside for a while.

Psychologists sometimes describe this as shared history. The experiences people build together create patterns that remain stored in memory for decades. Those patterns can become active again almost immediately when the right person walks back into your life.

I think that says something beautiful about human relationships.

Real connection does not always disappear because of distance.

Sometimes it simply waits.

“The adventures were better than we ever dreamed. A little more crooked than a movie scene.”

Nobody remembers a perfect life.

Perfect stories are boring.

The stories we remember are the ones where everything went wrong.

The truck broke down.

It started raining.

Someone got lost.

Someone forgot the directions.

Somebody accidentally made everything worse.

Years later, those are the stories everyone laughs about.

Life has a wonderful sense of humour.

While we are living through the chaos, we wish it would end.

Twenty years later, it becomes our favourite memory.

That is one of the reasons I enjoy writing songs like this.

It reminds us not to take ourselves quite so seriously.

The crooked parts of life often become the most beautiful chapters.

“Laughing so hard we could barely breathe.”

Laughter is one of the greatest gifts people can give each other.

It costs nothing.

It cannot be bought.

It cannot be stored in a bank.

Yet some of the richest people I have ever met were rich because they could make everyone around them laugh.

There is something incredibly honest about genuine laughter.

You cannot fake it for very long.

When you are laughing so hard that tears begin rolling down your face, you are completely present in that moment.

Nothing else matters.

The bills disappear.

The stress disappears.

The problems disappear.

For a few seconds, life becomes wonderfully simple.

I think we underestimate how important those moments really are.

Research continues to show that laughter can reduce stress, strengthen social bonds and even improve emotional well-being. We often think of laughter as entertainment, but it is also one of the ways human beings help each other survive difficult times.

Looking back over my own life, some of the strongest memories are not connected to major accomplishments.

They are connected to moments when I could not stop laughing.

“One wrong joke and we both broke down.”

Humour and emotion often live right beside each other.

Sometimes we laugh until we cry.

Sometimes we cry until we laugh.

There is not always a clear line between the two.

When people reconnect after many years, emotions can arrive unexpectedly.

A joke reminds you of someone who is no longer here.

A funny story suddenly becomes sad because one of the people who lived it has passed away.

A laugh turns into silence.

Then someone smiles again because they know that person would have wanted everyone to keep laughing.

Life is full of moments like that.

They remind us that joy and sadness are not opposites.

Very often they exist together.

The people who have experienced the deepest grief are often the same people who appreciate laughter the most.

They understand its value because they know how fragile life really is.

“Scared to look around like someone might see.”

This line is playful, but I think many readers will recognize it.

Every group of friends has moments they hope nobody else witnessed.

Not because they were doing anything terrible.

Because they were laughing so hard or acting so ridiculous that they completely forgot anyone else existed.

Those are wonderful moments.

As children, we live like that almost every day.

Somewhere along the road, adulthood teaches us to become self-conscious.

We begin worrying about appearances.

About being judged.

About looking foolish.

Yet the happiest people I know still allow themselves to look foolish once in a while.

They dance badly.

They tell terrible jokes.

They laugh loudly.

They enjoy themselves.

There is wisdom in that.

Growing older should not mean growing afraid of joy.

It should mean understanding how precious joy really is.

That is another lesson quietly hidden inside this song.

It is not asking us to become young again.

It is reminding us not to lose the part of ourselves that knew how to enjoy being alive.

“Time got heavy, bodies changed. Same old fire with a different name.”

These lines probably say more about life than any long speech ever could.

None of us escape time.

It does not matter how successful we become.

It does not matter how much money we have.

It does not matter how carefully we plan our lives.

Time keeps moving.

Our faces change.

Our bodies slow down.

Some dreams become reality.

Others quietly fade away.

That is simply part of being human.

For a long time, society has treated aging as if it were something to hide from. We are surrounded by advertisements promising to make us look younger, feel younger, or somehow turn back the clock.

I have never believed that growing older is the enemy.

Growing older means you survived.

It means you have stories.

It means you have made mistakes, learned lessons, buried people you loved, celebrated victories, started over more than once, and kept moving forward.

Those things are worth far more than smooth skin.

The line, “Same old fire with a different name,” came from thinking about how little our hearts actually change.

The outside changes.

The inside often does not.

The same person who laughed until sunrise at twenty can still laugh that hard at sixty.

The same curiosity can still be there.

The same sense of humour.

The same stubbornness.

The same kindness.

We carry those things with us.

Sometimes they are buried beneath responsibility and routine, but they are still there waiting for the right moment to come back to life.

That is what reconnecting with an old friend can do.

They remind you of the version of yourself that never really disappeared.

“You looked at me, I looked right back.”

Sometimes there is more honesty in silence than there is in conversation.

You do not have to explain the years.

You do not have to explain every decision either of you made.

You simply look at each other and understand.

Both of you have lived entire lives since the last time you met.

Both of you have changed.

Both of you have lost things.

Both of you have gained wisdom.

Neither one of you is the same person.

Yet for a brief moment, you recognize something familiar.

That recognition is powerful.

It says, “I remember who you were.”

It also says, “Thank you for being part of my story.”

We often underestimate how meaningful it is to be remembered.

In a world where everything moves so quickly, being remembered reminds us that our lives touched someone else’s life in a way that lasted.

That is something worth appreciating.

“Two old sinners on the same old track.”

I smiled when this line came together.

Not because it is about guilt.

Because it is honest.

None of us made it through life without making mistakes.

Every one of us has things we wish we had done differently.

Conversations we wish had gone another way.

Opportunities we should have taken.

Words we wish we could take back.

That is part of growing up.

The goal is not to become someone who has never made mistakes.

The goal is to become someone who learns from them.

When two people who share a history meet again, they are not just remembering the good moments.

They are remembering the foolish decisions too.

Some of those mistakes become the funniest stories years later.

Others become lessons that shaped the rest of our lives.

Either way, they became part of the journey.

I think there is something healthy about being able to laugh at your younger self.

It means you have grown.

It means you understand that perfection was never the destination.

Living was.

“Maybe we’re wrong. Maybe we’re right. Maybe we’re just too old to fight.”

This is one of the quietest moments in the song.

It is not about giving up.

It is about perspective.

When we are young, we often feel the need to win every argument.

To prove every point.

To defend every opinion.

As the years pass, many of those battles stop feeling important.

Not because we have become weak.

Because we have learned to choose what deserves our energy.

Some arguments solve nothing.

Some grudges accomplish nothing.

Some misunderstandings simply need time.

Life has a way of teaching us that peace is often more valuable than being right.

That lesson usually comes with experience.

Very few people learn it early.

Most of us have to live through enough conflict before we finally understand it.

Looking back over my own life, I can think of many moments where I wish I had worried less about being correct and spent more time simply enjoying the people around me.

Those opportunities do not always come back.

That is another reason this song matters to me.

It reminds us that relationships are usually more valuable than winning.

“Now I’m your cum shot from the past.”

Everything in the song leads to this line.

Without the rest of the lyrics, the title could easily be misunderstood.

With the story around it, it becomes something completely different.

It becomes a symbol of someone unexpectedly returning from another chapter of life.

Someone who instantly unlocks memories that have been sitting quietly for years.

Someone who reminds you where you came from.

Someone who reminds you who you used to be.

I wanted the title to surprise people because life surprises people.

The phrase is intentionally bold.

It makes people stop.

It makes people wonder.

Then, if they stay long enough to hear the story, they discover the title is only the doorway.

The heart of the song has never been shock.

The heart has always been memory.

I have always believed that songs should reward people who stay until the end.

This is one of those songs.

It asks listeners not to judge too quickly.

Not every title tells the whole story.

Not every person tells the whole story either.

Sometimes the most meaningful things in life are hidden beneath the first impression.

That is true of people.

That is true of memories.

And it is certainly true of this song.

As I look back over the finished lyrics, I realize this song is really about gratitude.

Gratitude for the people who crossed our path.

Gratitude for the adventures that shaped us.

Gratitude for the laughter that still echoes years later.

Most of all, gratitude for having lived enough life to have memories worth revisiting.

If this song encourages someone to smile when they think about an old friend, then it has already accomplished more than I could ask.

The past cannot be relived.

But it can still remind us how fortunate we were to have experienced it.

Sometimes that reminder is exactly what we need before we continue writing the next chapter of our own story.

WHY THIS MATTERS

It is easy to think this song is only about looking backward.

I do not think it is.

I think it is just as much about how we live today.

Every day we are creating memories that someone will look back on years from now.

The conversation you have this afternoon might become someone’s favourite story twenty years from now.

The joke you tell at work could still be repeated at a retirement party decades later.

The road trip you almost cancelled could become one of the best weekends of your life.

The people around us today are quietly becoming part of our history.

Most of us never realize it while it is happening.

That is one of the reasons I wanted to write this song.

Not to encourage people to live in the past.

To remind people not to waste the present.

There is another lesson hidden inside these lyrics that I think is becoming more important every year.

We live in a world where people often know hundreds or even thousands of names through social media, yet many feel lonelier than ever.

We collect followers.

We collect likes.

We collect photographs.

But real memories are still built the old-fashioned way.

By spending time together.

By sharing experiences.

By laughing until your stomach hurts.

By helping each other through difficult days.

Technology has changed the way we communicate, but it has not changed what human beings actually need.

We still need friendship.

We still need conversation.

We still need people who know our stories.

The strongest memories in this song did not come from looking at a screen.

They came from living.

That is something worth protecting.

Another thing this song reminds me of is how quickly life moves.

When we are young, we often believe there will always be another chance.

Another visit.

Another phone call.

Another weekend.

Another summer.

Sometimes there is.

Sometimes there is not.

As I have gotten older, I have learned that time is one of the few things we can never replace.

Money can be earned again.

Possessions can be bought again.

Careers can be rebuilt.

Time only moves in one direction.

That is why the people you spend it with matter so much.

Choose them carefully.

Appreciate them while they are here.

Tell them you enjoyed the adventure.

Tell them they mattered.

You do not have to wait until a funeral to say something kind about someone.

You do not have to wait thirty years before telling an old friend they made your life better.

Sometimes a simple message saying, “I was thinking about you today,” can mean more than people realize.

This song also asks another quiet question.

What kind of memories are we creating right now?

If someone meets you twenty years from today, what will they remember?

Will they remember someone who complained about everything?

Will they remember someone who made every room feel heavy?

Or will they remember someone who made life a little brighter?

Someone who laughed easily.

Someone who stood beside them when things were difficult.

Someone who made ordinary days feel special.

None of us controls how long we are here.

We do have some control over how people remember us.

That is worth thinking about.

I have always believed that a good song should continue after the music ends.

The best songs leave people thinking.

Not about the artist.

About themselves.

If this song causes you to think about someone you have not spoken to in years, maybe send them a message.

If it reminds you of a teacher who believed in you, thank them.

If it reminds you of a family member who always made everyone laugh, tell that story again.

Keep those memories alive.

Because every time we tell those stories, the people inside them continue to live a little longer in our hearts.

That may be one of the greatest gifts we can give each other.

Life is measured in years.

But it is remembered in moments.

This song is simply a collection of those moments.

Some funny.

Some awkward.

Some emotional.

All of them real.

That is what makes them valuable.

That is what makes them worth writing about.

That is what makes them worth remembering.

CLOSING COMMENTS

When people first see the title CUM SHOT FROM THE PAST, they will probably expect one kind of song.

I enjoy that.

Not because I want to shock people, but because I like reminding us that first impressions are rarely the whole story.

The songs that stay with us usually have another layer waiting underneath.

So do people.

This song is really about shared history.

It is about the people who helped shape us without ever realizing it.

It is about the laughter that still echoes years later.

It is about seeing someone after a long time and realizing that, although life has changed almost everything around you, some connections never completely disappear.

As I have written more songs, I have come to appreciate that every person who enters our life leaves something behind.

Sometimes it is a lesson.

Sometimes it is a scar.

Sometimes it is inspiration.

Sometimes it is a smile that returns without warning when an old memory comes rushing back.

Those moments become part of who we are.

Without them, none of us would be the same person.

That is why I do not believe the past exists to trap us.

I believe it exists to teach us.

To remind us.

To help us appreciate how far we have come.

Whether the memories are funny, painful, beautiful or completely ridiculous, they all helped write our story.

I hope this song makes you laugh.

I hope it reminds you of someone who made your life better.

Most of all, I hope it reminds you that today’s ordinary moments are quietly becoming tomorrow’s favourite memories.

Live them well.

You never know which conversation, which road trip, which joke or which friendship will become the story you are still smiling about thirty years from now.

That is the beauty of life.

It keeps moving forward while quietly leaving us gifts to look back on.

Those gifts are called memories.

And sometimes, all it takes is one familiar face to open them again.

MOITA

WHERE EVERY SONG TELLS A STORY.

EVERY STORY TEACHES SOMETHING.