[Intro] (Heavy, rhythmic bassline kicks in immediately) (Filtered vocal ad-libs: Stop... look... just listen...) Yeah. How did we get so good at being so bad for each other? Check the frequency. [Verse 1] Midnight shadows on the ceiling fan Trying to trace the logic of your latest plan You’re moving pieces like a grandmaster But every move just brings the crash faster I’m tired of decoding every "I’m fine" Tired of the salt you’re pouring in the wine My spirit’s heavy and my patience is thin Where does the truth end and the play begin? [Pre-Chorus] You’re chasing ghosts in a house of glass Waiting for the next storm to pass But you’re the one who’s making it rain Feeding the fire, nursing the pain. (It’s getting loud in here...) [Chorus] So can we stop? (Stop) Can we look? (Look) Can we listen to the sound of what we’re missing? I’m exhausted from the "who’s to blame" I’m done with the rules of this insane game We don’t have to win, we just gotta be brother and sister— No, we gotta be right to each other. Stop the games, let’s be right to each other. [Verse 2] Psychology of a heartbreak, you got the degree Master of the "maybe," doctor of the "we’ll see" You weaponize the silence then you wonder why The garden’s looking thirsty and the well is dry Honesty is cheaper than the web you spin But you’d rather lose the love just to say you win My heart is at capacity, it’s over-drawn I’m waking up to find the magic’s gone. [Pre-Chorus] You’re chasing ghosts in a house of glass Waiting for the next storm to pass But you’re the one who’s making it rain Feeding the fire, nursing the pain. [Chorus] So can we stop? (Stop) Can we look? (Look) Can we listen to the sound of what we’re missing? I’m exhausted from the "who’s to blame" I’m done with the rules of this insane game We don’t have to win, we just gotta be right to each other. Stop the games, let’s be right to each other. [Bridge] (Music drops to a low-pass filter, heartbeat kick drum) It’s a cycle, it’s a circle, it’s a cage We keep reading from the same dark page But we could close the book, we could clear the air Show me a soul that’s actually there (Vocal builds) Stop the spinning! Stop the winning! Just be human for a minute... [Guitar/Synth Solo] (Melancholic, bluesy C# Minor scale over the driving beat) [Chorus] Can we stop? (Stop) Can we look? (Look) Can we listen to the sound of what we’re missing? I’m exhausted from the "who’s to blame" I’m done with the rules of this insane game We don’t have to win, we just gotta be right to each other. Stop the games, let’s be right to each other. [Outro] Stop... (Stop) Look... (Look) Listen... (Just listen) Why is it so hard to be kind? Why is it so hard to be real? (Stop the games...) Be right to me. I’ll be right to you. (Fade out on a deep C# bass hum)
