[Intro – VHS hum, fluorescent buzz, slow heartbeat bass] (store lights flicker, distant fridge hum) Yeah… 2:17 AM. Nothing tastes the same anymore. [Verse 1 – Intimate vocal, lo-fi texture, soft distortion] Cold lights on my skin, Bottle shaking in my hands, Neon silence screaming loud, In a place that understands. Every shelf full of regrets, Every label says your name, I’m standing still between the aisles, Trying not to feel the pain. (tape wobble FX, breath close to mic) [Pre-Chorus – Beat creeps in, sidechain pulse] I don’t come here for the drink, I come here to disappear, Between the sugar and the sins, I pretend you’re still near. [Chorus – Catchy, dark-pop hook, bass drops clean] I’m lost in aisle three at midnight, Fluorescent love in my eyes, I hold the hurt like a lifeline, Smile fake, but the feeling’s real tonight. I don’t wanna go home sober, I don’t wanna feel this alone, If heartbreak had a corner store, This is where I’d call it home. (crowd-chant style backing: “mid-night… mid-night…”) [Post-Chorus – Vocal chop, reverb tails] Yeah… This is where I fade slow. [Verse 2 – Deeper groove, subtle trap hats] Lip gloss stains on borrowed time, Security cam knows my face, I replay words I never said, Like they’re stuck on repeat in this place. Cheap wine, expensive thoughts, Truth hits harder under white light, I tell myself I’m doing fine, But my shadow knows I’m lying. [Pre-Chorus – Lift, filtered harmony] I don’t need another fix, I just need a way out, But every door I push tonight Leads me back to doubt. [Chorus – Bigger, more aggressive bass] I’m lost in aisle three at midnight, Fluorescent love in my eyes, I hold the hurt like a lifeline, Smile fake, but the feeling’s real tonight. I don’t wanna go home sober, I don’t wanna feel this alone, If heartbreak had a corner store, This is where I’d call it home. [Bridge – Beat drops out, spoken, raw] You ever feel seen In the worst places? Like the lights know your secrets And don’t judge you for it. (heartbeat + glass clink FX) [Final Chorus – Emotional + viral-ready] I’m lost in aisle three at midnight, Counting scars like barcodes, If healing’s just another lie, Then I’ll take it slow. I don’t need saving tonight, Just someone to feel this with me, If I break under these lights, At least the silence sees me. [Outro – Tape stop, fluorescent buzz fades] (lights hum… bottle set down… cut)
