[Intro] (Soft, delicate fingerpicking begins) (The sound of a distant, melancholy sigh) [Verse 1] I’m staring at the wallpaper, the pattern’s slightly off Like the rhythm of my heartbeat or this persistent smoker’s cough I wrote a sonnet on a napkin about the way you used to blink But I dropped it in the puddle of some overpriced drink It’s deep, isn’t it? The way the silence starts to ache Like the structural integrity of a supermarket cake I’m a delicate flower in a storm of regret With a library fine that I haven’t paid yet [Pre-Chorus] (Guitar rhythm accelerates, cinematic pads begin to swell) (Pitch-shifted vocal echoes: "Why did you go?") The tension is rising like a flood in the hall I’m leaning my head 'gainst the damp on the wall Wait for the moment, wait for the crack I’m pouring my soul out... and I want it all back! [Chorus] (Explosive Melodic Dubstep Drop) (Vocal chops: "A-E-I-O-U... Break... Down... High!") (Heavy melodic bass growls in harmony with bright pads) Euphoria and agony, a glitch in the ghost I’m crying in the mosh pit, burning my toast (Wub-wub-wub-wub) It’s a beautiful disaster, a technical flaw I’m a masterpiece of sadness with a glass in my paw! [Verse 2] (Music drops back to solo acoustic guitar) (Intimate, hushed delivery) The bass has subsided, now I’m back on the floor Looking for my dignity by the fire-exit door I thought we were "forever" in a cinematic sense But you’re just a tax-deductible expense I’d offer you my heart but it’s currently on fire And I’m pretty sure you’re a compulsive liar (But your hair looked nice in the moonlight) (Anyway...) [Bridge] (Slow, rhythmic build-up with percussive guitar hits) (Layered vocal harmonies stacking up) It’s the quiet before the mechanical storm The pressure is building, the wires are warm One part sincerity, two parts spite I’m losing my mind in the middle of the night! [Final Chorus] (Maximum intensity drop) (Glitchy textures and soaring synth leads) (Vocal chops: "Never... Again... Higher... Cold!") Euphoria and agony, a glitch in the ghost I’m crying in the mosh pit, burning my toast (Wub-wub-wub-wub) It’s a beautiful disaster, a technical flaw I’m a masterpiece of sadness with a glass in my paw! [Outro] (Music fades into a single, lonely guitar melody) (Faint, glitchy vocal artifact) I’m a sad poem, Terry. A very, very loud, sad poem. (System reboot sounds) (Silence) [End]
