[Intro] [Vocal Tone: Breathy, Whisper-Close] (Left turn, baby… now slide.) [Verse 1] Stuck in the five PM, chrome on the asphalt, I’m the glitch in your dashboard — yeah, it’s all my fault. Turn signal ticking in a nasty little swing, I’m perched on the console wearing nothing but your ring. You’re gripping that leather, knuckles bone-white tight, But the radio’s bleeding with my appetite. GPS whispering, “Turn around… rerouting…” I’m the itch in your throat you’ll never out-shouting. (Unh!) [Chorus] Act normal, baby — I dare you, Cold little current running everywhere through. The grocery aisle’s a runway now, Automatic doors taking a bow. (Open… close… hit the pocket.) You’re shaking in neon — I’m the socket. Act normal, baby — don't slip, While I taste that tremble on your upper lip. [Verse 2] Frozen in the elevator, floor number four, I’m the phantom weight pressing you into the door. Muzak turned funky — I corrupted the feed, I’m the OUT OF ORDER sign fulfilling your need. Businessman staring at your twitching left foot, I’m the soot on your collar, the spell you can’t put… …out. I’m smoke in the sensor, Tension is thick but the bass growing denser. (Going down?) [Effect: Manic laughter, hard-panned] (Ha. . Ha. . Ha. .) [Chorus] Act normal, baby — I dare you, Cold little current running everywhere through. The grocery aisle’s a runway now, Automatic doors taking a bow. (Open… close… feel the pocket.) You’re shaking in neon — I’m the socket. [Bridge] [Vocal Style: Rhythmic Spoken Word] I’m a domestic ghost with a taste for the grid, I’m the “shame on you” secret you never hid. Is it a haunting — or is it a date? You check your watch, but the rhythm runs late. I’m the static on your skin, I’m the hum in your bone, You’re surrounded by bodies… but never alone. [Chorus] Act normal, baby — I dare you, Cold little current running everywhere through. The grocery aisle’s a runway now, Automatic doors taking a bow. (Open… close… feel the pocket.) You’re shaking in neon — I’m the socket. [Outro] (Stay in the pocket…) (Don’t drop the eggs, honey…) Price check on soul… Price check on soul… (Act normal… I dare you…) [End]
