(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.
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