Signal Blur

(The sound of a vinyl crackle. A clean, reverb-drenched electric guitar picks a lonely 4-chord progression. A soft, filtered vocal hums a melody in the background.)

Midnight on the digital clock, it’s glowing neon blue

I’m tracing patterns on the ceiling, thinking 'bout you

You’re a frequency I can’t quite catch, a ghost in the air

I’m breathing in the silence like there’s someone there.

Got your voice memo saved from a year ago

Tracing the highs, staying for the lows.

And the room starts spinning in slow motion

Drowning in a very shallow ocean

I’m reaching for the dial, trying to tune it in...

(The bass drops in heavy here—warm and sub-focussed)

It’s just static on the line, honey, blue and grey

Everything we didn’t have the nerve to say

It’s a lo-fi heartbeat, a rhythmic ache

How much of this signal can a heart-string take?

(Ooh, just static... ooh, just static.)

Indie movies playing with the volume turned down

I’m the only person left in this whole damn town

You’re the melody that’s stuck, skipping on the bridge

Cold coffee sitting on the kitchen ledge.

I don’t want the clarity, I like the blur

The way we were, or at least the way we were sure.

(Music strips back to just a rhythmic snap and a fuzzy synth pad)

Break the connection

Or find a reflection

In the white noise...

In the white noise...

(Guitar solo kicks in—short, melodic, and slightly distorted)

It’s just static on the line, honey, blue and grey

Everything we didn’t have the nerve to say

It’s a lo-fi heartbeat, a rhythmic ache

How much of this signal can a heart-string take?

Tune it out...

(Static sounds fade in)

Just a little bit of noise...

(Guitar fades to a single, echoing note)

I think I hear you now.

(Total silence)