[Intro]
(A metallic "thud" echoes out into a wide, empty space. The sound of a ceiling fan spinning on low loops in the background. A heavily filtered, hazy electric guitar plays a slowed-down, melancholy)
[Verse 1]
[Female]: It’s three in the morning. The house is dead quiet, but my head is so loud.
I turned my phone face down on the nightstand...But the dark room still feels like it’s glowing.
I keep replaying our first phone call. Did I misread it?
Did I make up the warmth in your voice because I was just so desperate to hear something real?
Maybe you were just bored.
Maybe I was just... an easy way for you to pass a Tuesday night.
[Pre-Chorus]
(The guitar chords pick up in tempo, mirroring an accelerating pulse. A faint, repetitive phone ping sound rings out, slightly off-beat, creating a sense of urgency.)
[Female]: Now I’m watching for the bubbles, waiting for a sign.
Am I losing my mind or just losing your time?
One minute you're all in, the next you're a ghost.
Why do I care the most?
[Chorus]
[Female]: We’re just trading pixels, chasing ghosts in the air.
You pull me in close, then you act like you're not there.
I’m breaking my own heart on a one-letter reply,
Drowning in the silence of a digital lie.
Yeah, you give me just enough to keep my mind in the spin,
But you never open up the door to let me back in.
[Bridge]
(The guitar notes start to glitch and reverse, creating an unsettling, swirling sonic space. Pitched-down, slowed-down vocal fragments from the Male Rapper's verse in Track 02 echo faintly in the background, sounding like a fading memory.)
[Male Rapper (Pitched-down/Filtered Echo)]: "...everything stopped... dropped... let in..."
[Female]: You said you let me in. You said you were pacing your room like a kid.
Was that a lie? Or does your energy just have an expiration date?
I hate how much power a screen has over my chest. I hate that I’m sitting here dissecting syllables at 3 AM.
[Outro]
(The guitar fades out completely, leaving only the sound of the spinning ceiling fan. A low, ominous, sub-bass pulse begins to throb—replicating a heavy, anxious heartbeat.)
[Female]: I’m not texting you. I won’t do it.
I’m just gonna lie here...and wait for the sun to show me what’s real.
(The heartbeat sub-bass throb grows slightly faster and more pronounced)
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