[Intro – Spoken, flat] “Don’t smile.” “It ruins the effect.” “…There. That’s better.” [Verse 1] Split-dye severe, center blade Pink for bait, black for trade Gloss laid thick no accident You call it luck. It’s management. Chain at hip, cold contact Thigh strap locked, precise impact I tilt once you lean hard You think that twitch was your part? (It wasn’t.) [Pre-Chorus] Your grip tightens Neck goes stiff You say you’re calm You’re not built for this. [Chorus 1] I’m screenshot material Crop me wrong, I get territorial Soft mouth, surgical stare You don’t touch you compare I’m screenshot material Keep your hands imperial You don’t hold You collect I don’t chase I select. [Instrumental Break – bass snap + filtered vocal stab] [Verse 2] Two phones warm, both awake One for show, one for mistakes Pink case clean, lens aligned Black one keeps what you rewind Lip gloss mark on glass edge You replay frame by frame instead Knee crossed slow, measured grace You memorize what you can’t replace (I watch you watch it.) [Pre-Chorus] Too late. [Chorus 2] I’m screenshot material Zoom too far, get territorial Half-lid look, slight head tilt You feel control That’s built. I’m screenshot material You freeze up I stay clinical Say my name without the shake If your voice cracks I don’t retake. [Guitar Break – jagged, distorted] [Bridge – Spoken, lower register] “You thought cute meant harmless.” “That’s lazy.” “You thought pink meant pliable.” “Incorrect.” “You thought I didn’t notice the second save?” “…Obsess quietly.” (mm) [Final Chorus – harder, faster phrasing] Screenshot material You hover close, look ceremonial You don’t win You attend I don’t bend I amend Screenshot material Keep it neat, keep it fearful You don’t touch You repeat And I’m still Out of reach. (yeah) [Outro – soft, near mic] “Go ahead.” “Keep it.” “…It won’t keep me.”
