Verse 1 I saw it again on a screen full of static, Time glitching out in a pattern too manic. The numbers, they flickered like they knew my name, Eleven eleven — never quite the same. Alarms in the hallway, but silence inside, I checked my pulse just to feel alive. A wish, a warning, a digital prayer, I blinked — and you weren’t there. Chorus Eleven eleven, A pause in the spin. A second that breaks where the dark thoughts begin. A doorway disguised as a line on a screen— You can’t hold time, but it knows where you’ve been. Verse 2 Coffee gone cold and the night won’t end, I'm talking to ghosts like they’re old friends. A siren was screaming but only in me— The city kept sleeping, quietly free. I write down your name just to cross it out, Therapist says it’s “what healing’s about.” But the clock still laughs in its pixel glow, Same numbers, same show. Chorus Eleven eleven, It hits when I stall— In dreams, in doorways, on bathroom walls. Not a wish, not a sign— Just memory keeping time. Bridge (echoed, distant) Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s fate. Maybe I missed you and called it too late. Maybe the universe keeps receipts— And numbers are just where sorrow repeats. Final Chorus Eleven eleven, a scar on the glass. It’s not about future— it’s echoes of past. The clock resets, but I don’t forget— Some moments are promises we haven’t kept yet.
