Midnight Screen

(Verse 1)

(Music: A sparse, ticking clock percussion pattern with a deep sub-bass drone)

Three percent battery, zero peace of mind

Staring at the ceiling, trying to unwind

The walls are closing in, the silence is so loud

I’m lonely in this room, wish I was in a crowd

But I’m paralyzed, staring at the blue

Blinded by the ghost of what I thought I knew

(Pre-Chorus)

(Music: Warm, washed-out Rhodes piano chords swell in)

The clock strikes twelve, the room is cold

Another sleepless night is taking hold

My thumb is hovering above your name

I hate how easily I play your game

Yeah, I hate this game...

(Chorus)

(Music: The beat drops into a smooth, skittering Future Garage garage rhythm with heavy bass)

Lit up by the midnight screen

Chasing a ghost that’s never seen

Waiting for the three dots to appear

Drowning in the shadow of my fear

One notification, that’s all it takes

To see how much a heart can ache

Underneath the midnight screen...

I’m breaking.

(Verse 2)

(Music: A lonely electric guitar pluck layers over the garage beat)

I refresh the page like it’ll change the truth

Spending all my sanity, wasting all my youth

You’re out there living, you don’t feel the weight

Of leaving me stranded right outside your gate

Just a late-night thought when you’ve got nothing to do

While I’m rebuilding my whole world around you

(Chorus)

(Music: Full intensity for this section—synths filter open wide)

Lit up by the midnight screen

Chasing a ghost that’s never seen

Waiting for the three dots to appear

Drowning in the shadow of my fear

One notification, that’s all it takes

To see how much a heart can ache

Underneath the midnight screen...

I’m breaking.

(Bridge)

(Music: The garage beat cuts out. The guitar pluck plays alone, drenched in a washed-out, spacey delay. A low sub-bass square wave growls underneath.)

Am I just a shadow you chase when you’re low?

A late-night confession you use then let go?

I’m tired of drowning inside of your grid,

Regretting the things that we never quite did.

(A fast, ticking hi-hat and a military-style snare roll start building energy rapidly. A high-pitched synth riser begins to scream.)

The signal is fading, the connection is weak,

I’m losing the words that I wanted to speak!

Turn off the signal, erase every line—Tonight I am taking back what is mine!

(Vocal rises to a passionate, belted note, abruptly cutting off on the last word)

Disconnect!

(Outro)

(Music: The drums fade out, leaving just a low, humming synth pad and a phone static sound FX)

Just a digital glow...In the dark.

Waiting on a spark.

Midnight screen... fade to black.