Good Times~~⭐(new Alph!a opening for album)

🎵 [Intro – piano] Every shooting star falls under moonlight... You know you were my sunshine... Even though my path appears bright... Your afterimage is intoxicating, like moonshine... [Verse 1 – light drums, alt rock] I’ve been feeling cursed lately, Like I’m walking with the Dark Sign, Mind stuck in a dark fantasy, But it’s all connected — like a landline. You wanna talk ecstasy? You keep saying I need a “good time,” But in your little fantasy, You’re throwing up offers like gang signs. [Chorus – alt metal kick in] Every shooting star falls under moonlight… You know you were my sunshine… Even though my path appears bright… Crashing down like a prophecy — But at least we can say we had good times… Your afterimage is intoxicating, like moonshine... [Verse 2 – piano + alt rock blend] You got me roaching out lately, Shimmer from shattered light beaming, Woke from a comatose maybe, Trapped in circadian rhythm dreaming. Every crossroad’s got a billboard naming, Headlines and limelight — I’ve been depressed lately, All the good news flies past my ear while I’m screaming, Forget-me-not or forget me — I’m too caught up remembering. Because I feel the comedown, Feels like I’m always shot down… You wanna talk ecstasy? You keep saying I need a “good time,” But in your little fantasy, You’re throwing up offers like gang signs. [Chorus – stopwatch FX + 808s creep in] Every shooting star falls under moonlight… You know you were my sunshine… Even though my path appears bright… Crashing down like a prophecy — But at least we can say we had good times… Your afterimage is intoxicating, like moonshine... When you're gone so long I try not to cry... But it's tears ‘cause I had to say goodbye... [Bridge – glitchy 808s, alt rock driving] Yeah I say goodbye to the back roads, Farewell to the shooting stars, Hello to the long drives, mapped roads, Counting cars… [Stopwatch glitch loop] You wanna talk ecstasy? You keep saying I need a “good time,” But in your little fantasy, You’re throwing up offers like gang signs. [Breakdown – metallic buildup, chant style] Yeah I’m the queen of nothing, Still making something, Hole in my chest, yeah it’s smoldering, Caught in that OCD loop — like I’m smoking … [Final Chorus – heavy drop + fading echo] Crashing down like a prophecy — But at least we can say we had good times…