Ghost Town Orlando

[Verse 1]
Quiet kid, headphones on
Hands in sleeves, head down
Then you laughed, whole room turned
Pulled my world off the ground
Shared a bench, plastic cups
You said my name like a song
Every look messed me up
Been replaying it all night long
[Chorus]
Now my mind runs laps around you
Like the cars on I-4 do
Every what-if, every almost
Every small thing pulls me back to you
But I’m back in Orlando
Feels like a ghost town somehow
Same streets, same crowded places
All I see are your traces now
[Verse 2]
Group chat ping, see your name
Scroll it slow, heart stutters
You said “text me when you land”
I saved it under “Summer”
Airport seat, window seat
Clouds blur, heart too loud
Touch down, sunshine, palm trees
Still I feel shut out
[Chorus]
‘Cause my mind runs laps around you
Like the cars on I-4 do
Every what-if, every almost
Every small thing pulls me back to you
But I’m back in Orlando
Feels like a ghost town somehow
Same streets, same crowded places
All I see are your traces now
[Bridge]
All these similar faces
Same jokes, same hangout spots
But your voice in my late-night playlists
Cuts through all the background talk
If I see you again next summer
Will I speak or shut down? (shut down)
Till then I’m walking in circles
In this overpopulated ghost town
[Chorus]
Yeah my mind runs laps around you
Like the cars on I-4 do
Every what-if, every almost
Every small thing pulls me back to you
Back here in Orlando
Feels like a ghost town now
Same streets, same crowded places
But I only, I only see you in the crowd

rap, Lo-fi hip hop drums under hazy indie pop guitars, emo rap topline with half-sung male vocals, subtle chorus reverb. Verses stay close-mic’d and confessional, hook opens up with stacked doubles and soft harmonies. Gentle sidechain on the pad to keep it breathing, low-end warm and round for late-night headphones., hip hop, emo, lo-fi, indie pop