[Style: Dreamy Lo-Fi Bedroom Pop soul, Abstract Indie-Folk, intimate breathy female vocals, atmospheric hazy reverb, organic percussive acoustic guitar taps, muffled subway ambient field recordings, warm analog synth pads, ethereal, melancholic, minimalist, sudden silence outro] [Intro] [Muffled subway field recording, soft percussive guitar taps, warm synth pad swell] [Spoken softly, intimate breathy vocal, close mic] "So... how does it feel when it's just you?" "It's fine, honestly. Just me and my mind talking... looking up at the sky." [Verse 1] [Soft breathy vocals, sparse guitar taps, subtle subway ambience beneath] The house goes quiet, the sun starts to dip I catch a soft laugh slipping off of my lip No need to ask what we're doing tonight No table for two under dim corner light I tell myself maybe it's better this way No heavy goodbyes at the end of the day Just me in the silence, choosing my own seat Trying to make all this emptiness sweet [Chorus] [Warm analog synths bloom, hazy reverbed vocals, gentle percussive pulse] It stings to the bone, right down to the core Watching the people walk out of my door I look at the sky, see the birds fly in pairs And wonder if anyone's waiting out there Maybe he's stuck somewhere up in the clouds Or maybe he's wandering, lost in the crowd Or maybe the truth is just sitting with me... Nobody wants what I'm destined to be. [Verse 2] [Minimal instruments, raw lo-fi bedroom vocal delivery, soft guitar tap rhythm] It’s a strange kind of comfort, this solitary space Nobody to disappoint, no one to chase I talk to my mind like an old, steady friend Asking how long till the quiet will end I laugh at the ache just to soften the blow Holding the only companion I know [Chorus] [Ethereal dream-pop swell, hazy vocal delay, atmospheric warmth] It stings to the bone, right down to the core Watching the people walk out of my door I look at the sky, see the birds fly in pairs And wonder if anyone's waiting out there Maybe he's stuck somewhere up in the clouds Or maybe he's wandering, lost in the crowd Or maybe the truth is just sitting with me... Nobody wants what I'm destined to be. [Bridge] [Abstract indie-folk acoustic strumming, lingering synth decay, soft vocal harmonies] Are you stuck in heaven, still earning your wings? Or stuck in the traffic of everyday things? Did you take a wrong turn? Did you lose my address? Or am I just learning to love what is left? [Final Chorus] [Peak melancholic resonance, warm lo-fi soul feel, breathy dynamic vocals] Yeah, it stings to the bone, right down to the core Watching the people walk out of my door I look at the sky, even birds fly in pairs Is there anyone's waiting out there? Did you stuck somewhere up in the clouds? Did you lost while wondering in the crowd? Or maybe it's just me, its always me... Nobody wants what I'm destined to be. [Outro] [Subway ambient sound fades back in, soft spoken whisper, abrupt cut] Lost in the crowd... Or still up in heaven. Yeah... Just me and my mind again. [Sudden silence outro]
