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(Verse 1)

You said you’re out with friends again,

But your shadow’s on my wall.

The clock’s been talking back to me,

Says you never left at all.

Your lipstick’s like a neon crime,

Confessing under strobe light time,

I’m chasing ghosts with borrowed lines —

You’re the reason I don’t call.

(Pre-Chorus)

You twist the knife, but make it rhyme,

Tell me, do you miss the crime?

(Chorus)

Are you my electric alibi?

Buzzing through my brain tonight.

You short my heart, I can’t deny,

You love me wrong but it feels right.

Yeah, are you my electric alibi?

Or just another reason why

I keep on falling out of time?

(Verse 2)

You said, “Don’t wait, I’ll meet you soon,”

But I’m still stuck in your perfume.

The city hums your melody,

A broken record haunting me.

You pull the truth like cigarette smoke,

Leave me coughing on the joke,

And every time I try to go —

You spark, and I implode.

(Pre-Chorus)

You twist the knife, but make it rhyme,

Tell me, do you miss the crime?

(Chorus)

Are you my electric alibi?

Buzzing through my brain tonight.

You short my heart, I can’t deny,

You love me wrong but it feels right.

(Verse 3)

I caught your name on someone’s tongue,

It burned like gin, it stung like fun.

You’re in the static of the call,

Half a whisper, half a brawl.

Your eyes could write a felony,

A cold confession set to key,

I’d plead guilty willingly —

If you were there to sentence me.

(Bridge)

I’m wired tight, you’re cutting through,

Like feedback in a hotel room.

Your name’s a song I can’t undo —

So tell me, love, was any of it true?

You said, “Don’t think, just feel the flame,”

But you keep changing up your name.

Now I’m the fool who loves the pain —

Still waiting in the rain.

(Breakdown)

Oh, every lie you told was dressed to kill,

Every truth you hid is haunting still.

You’re my favorite kind of overkill —

And I’m addicted to the thrill.

(Final Chorus)

Are you my electric alibi?

Static kisses, amplified.

You short my heart, I can’t deny,

You love me wrong but it feels right.

Yeah, you love me wrong —

But damn, it feels right.

(Outro)

You fade to black, I fade to blame,

Your ghost still answers to your name.

And if I call, you’ll say you might —

My electric alibi tonight.