Neon Glaze

(A tape machine clicks open. The hiss is loud, followed by a heavy, uneven synthesizer pulse and a dry drum machine beat.)

Three AM.

We're still awake.

Missy... look at us.

Cracked glass on the passenger side,Your hand is shaking, trying to light a cigarette.

The city looks cheap from up here—Just a long smear of magenta and low-rent neon.

We’ve been running on this same frequency for hours,

Chasing a radio station that went off the air in '89.

The condensation is thick on the windows.

My skin feels cold, but you won't turn the heater down.

Don't think about tomorrow.

Just look at the dashboard.

There's a neon glaze on the plastic,

Drowning us out in this violet light.

It’s a bad fantasy, sure,

But it’s keeping us warm.

Safe from the storm we left behind.

Yeah, we’re slipping.

Let the sun stay down.

The engine has this terrible rattle,

But it beats the silence of the valley.

You’ve got dust on your jacket from the highway,

And I've got nothing left to say.

But when the static cuts through the speakers,

Your shoulders finally drop.

The condensation is thick on the windows.

My skin feels cold, but you won't turn the heater down.

Don't think about tomorrow.

Just look at the dashboard.

There's a neon glaze on the plastic,

Drowning us out in this violet light.

It’s a bad fantasy, sure,

But it’s keeping us warm.

Safe from the storm we left behind.

Yeah, we’re slipping.

Let the sun stay down.

(The beat doesn't explode—it gets heavier, more claustrophobic. A distorted analog synth melody takes over, sounding less like a polished solo and more like a siren echoing through a concrete tunnel.)

(The drums drop out completely. Just the low, rumbling bass and your breathing.)

Your knuckles are white on the door handle.We don't have a plan.

We never did.

(The snare drum cracks back in, loud and sharp.)

Floor it.

There's a neon glaze on the plastic,

Drowning us out in this violet light.

It’s a bad fantasy, sure,

But it’s keeping us warm.

Safe from the storm we left behind.

Yeah, we’re slipping.

Let the sun stay down.

(The music starts to distort, like a cassette tape getting eaten by the deck.)

Just keep driving.

Don't look at the rearview mirror.

Neon glaze...

Fade it out.