2 AM Call

[Verse 1]
Two in the morning, phone lit up red
You said, “Pick up, director, clear your head”
You came in hot with that rabid grin
Talking like the lens was out to get in
You said she was posing for some fake little feed
“Instagram girlfriend, you don’t see what I see”
I said, “Slow down, man, what’s this about?”
You laughed like a siren and started to shout
[Pre-Chorus]
No nonsense
All venom
You were breathing through smoke
On a dead-end mission
No sleep
No grace
Just a thumbnail smile
And a hunted face
[Chorus]
What’s this Instagram girlfriend?
What’s this Instagram girlfriend?
You keep calling at 2 AM
What’s this Instagram girlfriend?
What’s this Instagram girlfriend?
Man, you’re talking in circles again
(again, again)
[Verse 2]
You said the comments had a coded sign
That her little heart was a warning line
You saw a shadow in a kitchen frame
And blamed the world for a made-up game
I said, “We got a shoot in four hours, man”
You said, “That’s exactly how they take your hand”
Then you went quiet, then you came back mean
Like a bad static storm through a cracked machine
[Pre-Chorus]
No nonsense
All fever
You were pacing the floor
Like a busted receiver
No proof
No plan
Just a fistful of doubt
And a shaky tan
[Chorus]
What’s this Instagram girlfriend?
What’s this Instagram girlfriend?
You keep calling at 2 AM
What’s this Instagram girlfriend?
What’s this Instagram girlfriend?
Man, you’re talking in circles again
(again, again)
[Bridge]
I’m not your judge
I’m not your spy
I’m just the guy
You won’t let go tonight
If she’s a ghost
Then say her name
If it’s all in your head
Don’t call me again
[Chorus]
What’s this Instagram girlfriend?
What’s this Instagram girlfriend?
You keep calling at 2 AM
What’s this Instagram girlfriend?
What’s this Instagram girlfriend?
Man, you’re talking in circles again
(again, again)

Alternative rock with jagged mid-tempo drums, rubbery bass, and wiry guitar riffs; verse rides tense stop-start grooves, pre-chorus opens into half-time dread, chorus hits with shouted gang doubles on the hook phrase. Vocal is close-mic and sarcastic in verses, strained and taunting in the chorus, with phone-call distortion, abrupt tape-stop cuts, and reverse cymbal swells into each section. Bright, gritty mix with punchy snare and smeared room ambience.