[Intro] (Slow, minimal drum machine ticking) (Dark, sustained synth chord) (Clearing throat, soft sigh) [Verse 1] I watched you pour the coffee, barely looking up Tracing something on the glass with your thumb (Just scrolling down) I’m sitting right across from you, staring at my cup Trying to figure out how we got so incredibly numb You laugh at something funny, but the joke is not for me It's for somebody living in a different time zone [Pre-Chorus] (Ah, the distance grows) We're sharing the same mattress, paying the same bills But the quiet in this kitchen gives me the chills [Chorus] [Explosive massive drum fill] [Full band enters, brass stabs, heavy gated snare] I'm talking to the back of your head again! Watching you sink into the glow (Look at me!) I'd rather have you screaming and fighting the pain Than watching this polite decay creeping so slow You're right in front of me But you're a thousand miles to go [Verse 2] [Sudden drop in volume, only bass, ticking hi-hat and vocal] I remember the arguments keeping us awake Doors slamming hard against the frame (At least we felt alive) Now I can't even get a reaction for goodness sake Just the tapping of your fingers playing a game A flashing notification lights up your face And I'm officially the ghost haunting this place [Pre-Chorus] (Ah, the distance grows) You type a little message, smile at the screen While I'm fading out of the daily routine [Chorus] [Maximum energy, soaring vocals] And I'm talking to the back of your head again! Watching you sink into the glow (Are you even there?) I'd rather have you screaming and fighting the pain Than watching this polite decay creeping so slow You're right in front of me But you're a thousand miles to go [Bridge] [Music completely stops for 1 second] [A single, heavy synth bass note sustains] I could walk out the front door right now. (Would you notice?) I could leave my keys on the mat. (Probably not.) You'd probably just send me a text asking how I forgot to feed the cat. [Guitar Solo] [Emotional, wailing electric guitar, rough and slightly out of control] [Heavy tom-tom rhythms driving underneath] [Chorus] [Full power, desperate vocal delivery] I'm talking to the back of your head again! Watching you sink into the glow (Look at me now!) I'd rather have you screaming, I'd rather have the rain Than this comfortable silence pulling us below You're right in front of me... [Outro] [Music strips back down to the intro drum machine] Just the back of your head. (Just the glow...) (Nothing to say.) Put it down. Just put it down. [Sudden end with a sharp snare hit]
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