[Intro: SCOTT — Quiet, Relaxed] Dash glowing blue. Road’s nearly empty. Head’s still fucking busy though. Course it is. [Beat Builds] [Verse 1: SCOTT] I’ve got dash lights and daydreams, Twenty thoughts fighting over the same scene, One minute I’m laughing, Next I’m three years deep, Thinking about some stupid shit I said last week. That’s how my head works. Never one lane. Everything arriving at the same fucking time again. But out here it’s easier, Road signs passing, D&B rolling and the streetlights flashing, No one asking me to explain how I feel, No need to turn every thought into something real. Some thoughts are just thoughts. That took me years. Apparently you don’t have to fucking investigate every fear. Who knew? [Chorus: SCOTT — Melodic] Dash lights and daydreams, Blue glow across me, Rolling through the night with nowhere I need to be. Head full of noise but the road feels clean, Maybe I don’t need answers to every fucking thing. Dash lights and daydreams, Let the bassline breathe, Some things stay behind when you finally fucking leave. [Verse 2: SCOTT] I used to think peace meant nothing went wrong, Like happiness was somewhere you permanently belonged. Nah. Turns out peace can be ten little minutes, Car running warm and nobody fucking in it Except me, my thoughts, and a tune I like, Taking the long way home at half past night. There’s shit I regret. People I miss. Arguments where I still think, “Fuck, I should’ve handled that different.” But replaying it doesn’t rewrite the page, It just keeps yesterday trapped in today. And I’m tired of that. Not tired like broken. Tired like maybe it’s time to stop fucking hoping That one more explanation fixes everything, When sometimes life just does what life fucking brings. [Chorus] Dash lights and daydreams, Blue glow across me, Rolling through the night with nowhere I need to be. Head full of noise but the road feels clean, Maybe I don’t need answers to every fucking thing. [Instrumental Break — Liquid D&B] [Verse 3: SCOTT — Lighter] And yeah, I’ll probably overthink tomorrow. That’s realistic. I’m not suddenly cured because I went for a drive and heard a nice fucking bassline. But there’s progress in noticing when it starts, Catching the thought before it tears shit apart, Going, “Scott, mate... Maybe leave that one.” That’s new. Normally VEX has to shout it. Malice threatens to take over. VEXLESS laughs. Whole fucking committee in my head telling me to relax. But tonight I managed it myself. Small win. I’ll take it. [Bridge: SCOTT — Spoken] Maybe getting better isn’t dramatic. Maybe nobody notices. Maybe it’s just doing one thing differently than you did last time. That counts. [Final Chorus — Euphoric] DASH LIGHTS AND DAYDREAMS, BLUE GLOW ACROSS ME, ROLLING THROUGH THE NIGHT AND I’M EXACTLY WHERE I NEED TO BE. HEAD STILL LOUD, BUT IT DOESN’T CONTROL ME, DON’T NEED EVERY ANSWER, JUST A BIT OF ROOM TO BREATHE. DASH LIGHTS AND DAYDREAMS, LET THE OLD SHIT LEAVE, I CAN’T STOP MY HEAD FROM THINKING... BUT I CAN CHOOSE WHAT I BELIEVE. [Outro: SCOTT — Soft] Still thinking. Obviously. But... not every thought needs a fucking meeting. [End]
