Verse 1 I keep the file open I keep the tab alive I scroll back to the moment where you still arrived I've indexed every second from 11:09 I know the frame by frame of it like it was mine (glitch break) Verse 2 The body holds the data that the mind tries to compress I've run the search a thousand times and I still won't let it rest There's a folder I return to every night around 2am The name is something I can't say it only opens when Chorus Archive fever I've got archive fever replaying, replaying, replaying again Archive fever I've got archive fever I can't let it end (glitch stutter: end, end, end—) Post-chorus (pitched vocal fragment, looped) "Do you remember — do you remember — do you—" Verse 3 I know the sound of your exhale I know the pause before you spoke I saved the voicemail to a drive I keep offline, like smoke There's a version of this evening where I didn't memorize your hands But I'm running that simulation and it still expands Chorus Archive fever I've got archive fever replaying, replaying, replaying again Archive fever I've got archive fever I can't let it end Bridge (spoken over glitch) What is the cure for remembering? Is it more data or less? I've been in the archive so long I've forgotten what I'm looking for. Outro (vocal loop fragments decay into static)
