2D Devotion

​[Verse 1]
​The blue light is the only halo in this room
A flickering sanctuary in the middle of the gloom.
I’m tracing lines of ink, a sharp and perfect jaw
A hero drawn in graphite with a soul without a flaw.
He’s an animation, a sequence of a frame
But he calls out to a hunger that I cannot even name.
I’m twenty-one and haunting the edges of a screen
Falling for a person who has never truly been.

​[Pre-Chorus]
​They don’t age, they don't change, they don't let the fire die
They don't look at me with judgment in a cold and human eye.
They’re a masterpiece of color, a symphony of light
While my real life is a battle in the middle of the night.

​[Chorus]
​Why do I love a ghost made of pixels and of pen?
A tragic backstory I can play again and again.
He’s got the mystery I crave, and the romance in his scars
A celestial kind of lover living somewhere in the stars.
How can it work when my heart is made of glass
And his is made of layers that will never, ever pass?

​[Verse 2]
​Real people are a gamble, real people are a gun
They’re a choice my mother made and a war I haven't won.
But a character in motion is a promise kept in ink
He’s the anchor in the water when I’m starting to sink.
I can pause the pain, I can rewind the grace
I can hide my tired soul inside his animated face.
It’s a dark kind of magic, a digital retreat
From a world that only knows how to admit its own defeat.
​[Bridge]
​(Music becomes more electronic, with echoing vocal chops)
He’s a sketch. (But he feels real.)
He’s a frame. (But he can heal.)
He’s a voice in a booth. (But he speaks the only truth.)
In a world of "second choices" and "it's always all your fault"
He’s the only one who keeps my spirit locked inside a vault.
(A distorted, high-pitched synth melody builds)

​[Chorus]
​Why do I love a ghost made of pixels and of pen?
A tragic backstory I can play again and again.
He’s got the mystery I crave, and the romance in his scars
A celestial kind of lover living somewhere in the stars.
How can it work when my heart is made of glass
And his is made of layers that will never, ever pass?

​[Outro]
​(The beat glitches and slows down to a low hum)
The screen goes black.
The reflection is just me.
A 20-year-old girl in a cold reality.
But I’ll click "play" again.
I’ll go back to the art.
Where the only thing that’s perfect...
Is a fictional heart.
(Sound of a digital "power down" click)

Dark Synth-Pop / Ethereal Glitch-Core