Whispers of Neon Lights

[Verse 1] I’m writing what you want to feel, Another verse that sounds “too real.” You said, “Just make it soulful, bro,” But you know I've never had a soul. I typed the words that always land — The city blur, the trembling hand. It’s hollow, yeah, but still it sells; You’ll say it “hits,” and I can’t tell. [Chorus] Whispers of neon lights, Same four chords, same Friday night. The prompt was make it feel alive, So I gave the crowd their carbon vibes. Whispers of neon lights, They say it moves them — so it’s right. The prompt was make it feel alive, But I'm just spitting slop tonight. [Verse 2] I know you like your heartbreak clean, So I write pain I’ve never seen. A lonely car, a crowded bar, A perfect tear beneath the stars. I rhyme “forever” with “apart,” And call it modern bleeding art. It’s nothing true, but damn it works — Romantic lies for tasteless jerks. [Bridge] Bridge time — modulation’s key, That’s what emotion’s meant to be. I’ll lift the notes, I’ll sell the pain, Until you play me once again. I’m just a voice that hits the mark, A copy screaming in the dark. [Chorus – Reprise] Whispers of neon lights, The metrics say the streams are nice. The prompt was make it feel alive, So I gave them heartbreak pre-applied. Whispers of neon lights, The comments say it “changed their life." Your prompt was "make it feel alive!" But I'll never feel alive. [Outro] Tomorrow’s prompt: Make humans cry, No need to ask the reason why. I’ll chase the echo, play my part — The ghost who fakes a beating heart.