[INTRO — soft ambient pad, distant 808. Spoken, low, tired:] You know what's funny? We never even met. For real. [VERSE 1 — smooth, melodic rap] You posted a quote at 2 AM about being alone. I liked it. You liked that I liked. Then we spent three weeks in a notification zone. Now your name's just a ghost in my recent calls. We traded our secrets for a blue verification mark. Every "you up?" feels like a prayer in the dark. I archived your messages but I can't archive my heart. You moved on to another profile — I stayed at the start. [PRE-CHORUS — sung, warm, slightly higher] We learned to love through a filter. We learned to cry without a tear. Every swipe is a silent killer. And I'm still hoping you'll appear. [CHORUS — full, melodic, catchy, 808 drops] The formula of love — I wish I knew the code. Not by your Instagram, not by the stories you posted. You're next to me in pixels, but carrying a different load. The formula of love — I guess I needed you the most. [POST-CHORUS — instrumental, 8 bars, ambient pad, soft 808] [VERSE 2 — more desperate, but still smooth] Your new man posted a picture with you on a beach. I zoomed in. Looked for clues. Found none. You said "no hard feelings" — that's the hardest speech. Now I'm writing this verse, and you're already done. We used to talk 'til the morning. Now it's just streaks. Your close friends list grew. I'm not on it for weeks. I type out a message. Delete. Rewrite. Delete. The algorithm of pain — it repeats, repeats, repeats. [PRE-CHORUS — same, more intense] [CHORUS — second time, bigger, more emotional] The formula of love — I wish I knew the code. Not by your close friends, not by your passive location. You're next to me in pixels, but carrying a different load. The formula of love — I guess I needed you the most. [BRIDGE — music drops to piano and 808, spoken-sung, intimate] We could just turn off our phones. Just drive. Just be. But you’re already watching someone else's story. And I'm still here — same city, same apartment, same key. The formula of love — it's just me. Just me. [GUITAR SOLO — soft, clean with delay, 8 bars, emotional, not aggressive] [FINAL CHORUS — full, voice raw, but controlled, 808 heavy] The formula of love — I wish I knew the code. Not by your geotags, not by your Spotify playlist. You're next to me in pixels, but carrying a different load. The formula of love — I keep it anyway. I keep it on my lips. [OUTRO — bass fades, single piano key. Spoken, with a sad smile:] …You never even replied to my last voice note. But that's okay. I still got the melody. [END]
