[Intro – low, distant, almost spoken] Yeah… Three A.M. Phone face down. Still know who's on that screen. Anastasia… Anastasia… [Verse 1 – restrained melodic rap, deep chest voice] Black glass, streetlights cut through the rain, your name lights up, I don't touch the thing. Let it buzz twice, let the dashboard glow, if I pick up, I know where this goes. You never send paragraphs, never explain, three little words and I'm out in the rain. No hearts on the screen, no “wish you were here,” just “Are you awake?” And suddenly you're near. I learned how to leave before I get left, keep the door half-open, one hand on the latch. Then you looked at me like you'd read that page, no questions asked — that's what made me stay. [Pre-Chorus – tension rising, restrained melodic lift] You don't say much, you don't have to. That half-smile hits, and I'm right back at you. I know that feeling. I know where it goes. Still, when you pull away, I forget how to let go. [Chorus – hypnotic low-register melodic hook] Anastasia, Anastasia, cold lips, taste of tequila. Anastasia, Anastasia, one look, and my hand finds the door. You fade with the smoke, then pull me back near. I came here letting go— now your name's in my throat. Anastasia… Anastasia… [Post-Chorus – stripped 808 pulse, clipped low vocal] Ana-STA-sia… Don't call. Don't call. Ana-STA-sia… I know I'll pick up. [Verse 2 – harder pocket, darker moving 808] Two A.M., same road, bass turned high, your reflection rides in the passenger side. Old ghosts shotgun, telling me, “Drive,” but your last three words keep changing the light. I built that distance brick by brick, you touched one stone and the whole thing slipped. Didn't kick the door, didn't ask to come in, that's what gets me— you just waited there. [Pre-Chorus – short, restrained lift] You don't say much, you don't have to. That half-smile hits, and I'm right back at you. [Chorus – heavier moving 808, layered low vocal] Anastasia, Anastasia, cold lips, taste of tequila. Anastasia, Anastasia, one look, and my hand finds the door. You fade with the smoke, then pull me back near. I came here letting go— now your name's in my throat. Anastasia… Anastasia… [Bridge – near silence, exposed low baritone, sparse dark piano] Your name lit the screen. Three seventeen. I watched it ring until the room went dark again. Told myself, “If she calls twice, don't answer.” You called twice. …I answered. [Brief silence] [Final Chorus – maximum 808 weight, controlled intensity] Anastasia, Anastasia, your name still tastes like tequila. Anastasia, Anastasia, I knew better than to need ya. You fade with the smoke, but you never disappear. Spent years outrunning ghosts— now I wait for you right here. Anastasia… Anastasia… [Outro – sub fading, almost whispered] Phone face down. Three seventeen. No message. Still awake. Anastasia…
