(Tempo: 122 BPM. Sound: Deep, pulsating sub-bass, shimmering clean synth pads, and a crisp, driving electronic snap.) **(Intro)** (Heavy bass pulse kicks in immediately. A high-frequency synth chime rings out once, then drops into a rhythmic, breathing swell.) **(Verse 1)** You taste like copper and a brand new pill A chemical rush, a calibrated thrill I’m tracing the map of your nervous system The warnings were there, but I chose to miss them Now my pulse is a drum in a hollow room And the flowers we planted are starting to bloom In colors that don't even exist in the light A neon fever in the middle of the night. **(Pre-Chorus)** (Beat thins out, pads begin to swell) It’s a slow-burn leak It’s a tremor in the cheek It’s the way that you look when you’re losing your grip One little dose, one accidental slip. **(Chorus)** (Full explosion of sound: Thick, driving synth bass, layered vocals, high energy) Oh, I can’t stop the shaking, I can’t stop the spin This is where the side effects begin A little bit of heaven, a lot of the haze Lost in the loop of your medicinal ways It’s a crash, it’s a rush, it’s a beautiful blur Everything’s louder than we ever were Yeah, it’s a heavy price, but I’m paying the fee For the side effects of you and me. **(Verse 2)** (Beat returns to a driving, minimalist pulse) Now the room is tilting at a forty-five And for the first time, I feel actually alive You’re a habit, a ritual, a desperate need A garden of salt where the memories bleed I’ve got a ringing in my ears like a choir Walking a wire over a liquid fire You’re the remedy and the sickness combined A glitch in the rhythm, a bend in the mind. **(Pre-Chorus)** (Pads building up, snare rolls accelerating) It’s a slow-burn leak It’s a tremor in the cheek It’s the way that you look when you’re losing your grip One little dose, one accidental slip. **(Chorus)** (Maximum energy) Oh, I can’t stop the shaking, I can’t stop the spin This is where the side effects begin A little bit of heaven, a lot of the haze Lost in the loop of your medicinal ways It’s a crash, it’s a rush, it’s a beautiful blur Everything’s louder than we ever were Yeah, it’s a heavy price, but I’m paying the fee For the side effects of you and me. **(Bridge)** (Bass drops out completely. Only a shimmering, atmospheric synth pad remains. Vocals are breathy and intimate) Read the fine print Check the dose Who knew that loving you Could feel like a ghost... (Beat slams back in) Wait, I didn't mean that. Just give me more. **(Chorus)** (High energy, anthemic) Oh, I can’t stop the shaking, I can’t stop the spin This is where the side effects begin A little bit of heaven, a lot of the haze Lost in the loop of your medicinal ways It’s a crash, it’s a rush, it’s a beautiful blur Everything’s louder than we ever were Yeah, it’s a heavy price, but I’m paying the fee For the side effects of you and me. **(Outro)** (The pulsating bass starts to slow down, like a heartbeat fading) Side effects... (Snap) Just a little bit of haze... (Snap) Read the fine print. (The final synth note sustains and then abruptly cuts to silence)
