↻𐑕𐑧𐑝𐑩𐑯𐑑𐑰𐑯 𐑯 𐑥𐑰𐑯 x 𐑜𐑨𐑕 𐑕𐑑𐑱𐑖𐑩𐑯 𐑒𐑨𐑯𐑩𐑯 𐑦𐑝𐑧𐑯𐑑 x 𐑕𐑴 𐑩𐑯𐑶𐑦𐑙 x 𐑐𐑭𐑕𐑑𐑩𐑤𐑰𐑴𐑟 𐑸 𐑯𐑪𐑑 𐑩 𐑯𐑺𐑩𐑑𐑪𐑝 𐑒𐑩𐑯𐑑𐑦𐑯𐑿𐑱𐑖𐑩𐑯

[Intro – Half-Whispered, Half-Laughed] Pulled in, just for gum and air We’re only seventeen, running fast with broken dreams “Bloom—look at me. We are getting ONE thing. You will NOT turn aisle 3 into prophecy.” Neon price sign flickers, you’re already there She taps the screen, my world gets hazy Pretends she’s bored, but she’s so crazy Voice like bubblegum, sweet and wild Getting me riled We’re parked, hazards blinking in the dark This is just a stop on a long gray road Not a secret code You grin, lean across the dash Say, “This is very important” I hate the way you twist the truth But darling, love is far from youth We’re tangled up in shades of blue [Verse 1 – Pattern Fight] “You’re doing it again,” I whisper through a laugh “This is a snack, my friend, not a sacred path” Listen, I know that look, that tunnel vision You’re already seeing patterns in the price tags Plot points in the price scan Hey—eyes on me That humming fridge is not destiny That scratch-off stack is not a holy text It’s cardboard and regrets You point at the humming snack machine “You see, this is us,” you murmur, eyes too bright, too keen I’m clutching off-brand soda like a holy shield Saying, “This is not a portal, it’s a parking field” We’re only kids yet made of steel We’ll never break, but we won’t heal [Pre-Chorus – Two Narrators] You script my side comments into prophecy Every word you said to me echoes like a symphony I say, “Please, it’s just a Tuesday” You say, “It’s destiny” She’s a riddle I can’t decode Her laughter’s static overload You’re doing the thing with the coins and the change Stop mapping the moment from the price on the screen “It’s $11.11”—that doesn’t mean anything No, it’s not a pattern, no, it’s not a theme [Hook – A x B] She’s so annoying, always flirts, always grins Got her hands down my patience and her eyes on my sins Maybe that’s why we’re so mean, fire burning gasoline You turn a candy bar into canon lore Light a match in line by the sliding door The snacks are not calling you, the soda is not symbolic That pastry case is not a prophecy, it’s sugar and logic But you spark the match, I light the blaze Apologies just feel cliché I hate to prove you’ve got it wrong, but baby, life is not a song Every tiny moment becomes world-creation You sing your verse, I’ll scream my fight Let’s make it loud, we’ll last the night [Middle 8 – Call & Response / Glitch] [You:] “This is a sign” [Me:] “This is a snack” Forgiveness feels so far away, shadows write what hearts betray [You:] “This is a turning point” [Me:] “It’s a value pack” Push my buttons, crack my code Pull the lever, watch me overload Every word you said to me echoes like a symphony Hey—hey—lower your voice, we’re at the counter, they can hear you [You:] “This is our epic” [Me:] “It’s a receipt” And I won’t let you see me cry, I’ll wear my armor till I die You’re staring at the receipt like it’s telling you something It’s thermal ink, it’s not a— —ma’am, we’re fine, thank you— No, we don’t need the bag No, she’s not—Bloom, stop smiling like that [You:] “Heroic inciting incident” [Me:] “We’re blocking the pump, take a seat” (hey!) [Drop – Overload Mix] You turn a candy bar into canon lore Turn a plastic straw to a fated metaphor She’s so annoying, twists my words, breaks my mind Got me lost, got me blind Cootie-coded kissbomb, danger unseen You’re the glitch in every holy dream Leans in like a dare, bites like a tease I say stop, you whisper, “Please?” Maybe that’s why we’re so mean, fire burning gasoline You spark the match, I light the blaze We bless the mess we made I’m going, “We’re escalating in a public station” You’re laughing, “Monsters don’t blush, that’s why you’re red” I say, “Okay, that was kinda—wait, I’m calling your dad again” But I’m laughing too hard to ever press send [Glitch Bridge – Constellation vs. Coincidence] You’ll say, “It’s a sign” from the crumbs on your sleeve Find omens in receipts, you refuse to leave Every pout, a symphony, chaos whispers endlessly Bratwave divinity, bite and sass, overload magic, breaking glass You’ll map out our lives from a bite and a stain Bloom, don’t turn this parking lot into fate again This is a normal refueling location Not the start of a brand-new constellation [Final Hook – Fire & Logic] We’d be here till morning light, holding grudges, clinging tight Guess this little errand turned symbolic… again tonight She’s so annoying, but I crave the sting In the glitch you’re my everything We’re only seventeen, unkind, a riot locked inside our minds Every chaosburst, I’d wear the ring You sing your verse, I’ll scream my fight You turn our Tuesday into myth and light Maybe that’s why we’re so mean, fire burning gasoline “The snacks are not calling you."