[Intro – spoken, slightly distorted, solo voice in headphones] [Marlow:] “I wrote a poem on my arm with sunscreen It said ‘don’t go back’ But the lake washed it off.” ⸻ [Verse 1 – shaky bassline, guitar with chorus effect, lo-fi drum beat] The wind stopped writing in the trees Now it’s keyboards tapping, fake replies I left myself between the weeds Where summer breathes but never tries ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – tight and low-key, full band inhale before chorus] Clock says smile Face says file Brain says run Shoes say style ⸻ [Chorus – half-spoken, half-sung, rough vocal delivery, gang vocal feel] Monday ate my name Spat out my face Hung it on a lanyard With barcode grace I’m not me Just shift + three Just “Hope you had a nice weekend” on repeat ⸻ [Verse 2 – low harmony from Echo under Marlow’s vocal, steady build] My hands still smell like fire and pine But they grip this plastic cup just fine You called me free, I called you wild Now we’re both back in single-file ⸻ [Bridge – band drops out, just drums and voice, sparse and punchy] I am not the one they hired I’m the ghost of who I was And every step back in this hallway Is a thousand little because ⸻ [Chorus 2 – full band, loud and raw, shouted/sung with urgency] Monday ate my name Sipped my flame Left me framed In rules and shame But I’m not done I still burn You can cage the week But I’ll return ⸻ [Outro – band shouting, fast tempo, raw energy, no solos] [Everyone shouting, fast, sloppy joy:] HEY HEY! WE’RE STILL HERE! MONDAY CAN’T KILL WHAT DISAPPEARS! [Marlow – yelled into mic, voice cracking] Left my name out in the rain! Came back loud, came back strange! I don’t clock in, I tear the page! I’m a half-wrong scream and a bottled rage! [Band fades out screaming “STILL HERE!” over crashing drums] STILL HERE! STILL HERE! STILL HERE! [CUT]
