[Verse 1]
Troy’s got scars on his thumbs
From a cracked old screen and a dead feed glow
Chasing hearts
Chasing sums
Of attention he could never quite hold
Black dye in his sink
Bad home cuts
Ripped jeans
Cheap cologne
Every like
Every blink
Felt louder than the yelling back home
[Chorus]
Backseat teenage Troy
Flipping off the world in a Polaroid
Middle finger up in every frame
Girls
Bright lies
And a last name
He was raised on glitch and noise
Scrolling through approval just to fill the void
All that pressure
All that joy
Built a bomb inside that boy
[Verse 2]
He fell hard for a scene queen
Cherry gloss smile
Wrote his name on her shoe
She kissed him once behind the screen
Then left him on “read” like she never even knew
So he carved up his board
Bombed that hill like it owed him a debt
Concrete prayers
Asphalt chords
Blood on his shins that he’d rather forget
[Chorus]
Backseat teenage Troy
Flipping off the world in a Polaroid
Middle finger up in every frame
Girls
Bright lies
And a last name
He was raised on glitch and noise
Scrolling through approval just to fill the void
All that pressure
All that joy
Built a bomb inside that boy
[Bridge]
He laughs now
Sipping flat cheap beer (yeah)
At the ghost of that loud kid in the mirror
All the posts
All the staged-up fights
All the late-night “like me” cries
Did it make him real
Or just more alive when he couldn’t feel? (couldn’t feel)
[Chorus]
Backseat teenage Troy
Flipping off the world in a Polaroid
Middle finger up in every frame
Girls
Bright lies
And a last name
He was raised on glitch and noise
Scrolling through approval just to fill the void
All that pressure
All that joy
Turned the wreck into a choice
Now he smiles at that old Polaroid
Says
“Thanks
Kid
For building this broken
Beautiful void”