(Verse 1)
Staring at the lobby, the screen is glowing cold
Another empty party, the same story told
I see the list is active, but your name is faded gray
Just trapped inside the silence of another wasted day
The digital clock is ticking, the ambient noise is loud
I’m moving through these tourneys like a ghost inside a crowd
They try to send invites, but they don't understand the bond
I'm staring at a headset, waiting for you to respond.
(Chorus)
And I’m just waiting on a real one!
To bring me back to life and get a high five!
I’m sick of all the randoms, the fake ones on the screen
I need a teammate who knows just what I mean!
Yeah, I’m waiting on a real one!
Break through the static, turn the power back on!
(Verse 2)
The lobby chat is toxic, the voices sound the same
They’re chasing after status, but they don’t know the game
It’s a superficial circle, just pixels on display
But when we arial together, the static fades away
Now the minutes feel like hours, my finger on the cue
I won’t start up the match until I see a sign from you
Caught in the queue line, heavy and delayed
Counting down the seconds till the connection is made.
(Chorus)
And I’m just waiting on a real one!
To bring me back to life and get back in the fight!
I’m sick of all the randoms, the fake ones on the screen
I need the only teammate who knows just what I mean!
Yeah, I’m waiting on a real one!(background vocals sing: waiting on real one)
(Bridge)
(Heavy, rhythmic buildup)
Can you hear me? Are you there?
Are you logging on?
The countdown’s starting now!
The light is turning green!
Show up! Clear the screen!
Load in!
(Guitar Solo / Electronic Break)
(Chorus)
And I’m just waiting on a real one!
To bring me back to life and get back in the fight!
I’m sick of all the randoms, the fake ones on the screen
I need the only teammate who knows just what I mean!
Yeah, I’m waiting on a real one!
Break through the static, turn the power back on!
(Outro)
The status changes...
Finally.
You're online.
Let's go.
DaBarker
