[Verse 1] You move like film burn—half-light, half-lie, Silver-oxide sigh in a star-shot sky. Parallax heart with a bounce-house beat, I chase your fade like a footstep cheat. Frame-skip grace on a velvet reel, Chromatic mistake that I still call real. We talk in quips, then dip, then dive, Trade lip for grip just to feel alive. You say, “Slow down”—I’m a metro metronome, Click-clack swagger with a backspin roam. Bokeh of your name on my midnight tongue, I brag, I gag, then I bite my lung. Caffeinated plea with a punchline halo, Laugh-cry lullaby in a sugarcoat payload. Yeah, I’m the Blueprint Boohoo, Deluxe Edition, A cupid-proof suit with a clown’s ambition. [Pre-Chorus] I’m rhythm, I’m racket, I’m reckless revision, Bad penmanship with a perfect precision. You glow like guilt in the rearview sun— I chase, I trip—okay, I’m done. (…not done) [Chorus] Afterimage girl, you’re all I see, (HEY!) Running through the blur, you’re haunting me. We’re burning through the seconds—both too fast, Crybaby season—spark and smash. Afterimage girl, you fade so sweet, Every time I blink, you hit delete. Guess love looks sharper when it’s out of grasp, Crybaby season—flash and crash. [Verse 2] You call me reckless—I call it a brand, Hot-stove romance with a slapstick hand. Roller-rink vows on a waxed-up floor, We spin, we grin, then we eat that door. Deadline tango with a punch-drunk pivot, Kiss like a bet with a double-down spirit. Toast “forever” with a paper straw, We chew that word till we sprain our jaw. VHS hum and a postcard pulse, Your shadow’s a sport I keep playing on impulse. Optic confetti in a blackout booth, I rant-singsong till I dodge the truth. If love’s a loop, I’m a rerun riot, A boom-bap bruise with a glitter-diet. I brag “I’m fine” in a fireworks voice, Then meme my grief like it’s just a choice. [Pre-Chorus] I’m rhythm, I’m racket, I’m reckless revision, Bad penmanship with a perfect precision. You glow like guilt in the rearview sun— I chase, I lose, I come undone. [Chorus] Afterimage girl, you’re all I see, (HEY!) Running through the blur, you’re haunting me. We’re burning through the seconds—both too fast, Crybaby season—spark and smash. Afterimage girl, you fade so sweet, Every time I blink, you hit delete. Guess love looks sharper when it’s out of grasp, Crybaby season—flash and crash. [Bridge] Give me a spark I can hold like a dare, A pocket-sized flare for the cold night air. Over-the-top ‘til I underperform, I roast my ache till it tastes like corn. Call it a crush or a stunt or a scene, I’m high-gloss hurt in a trampoline sheen. You’re everywhere, yeah, you’re every where, A light-leak kiss I can’t repair. [Final Chorus] [key up] Afterimage girl, you’re all I see, (HEY!) Running through the blur, you’re haunting me. We’re burning down the minutes—much too fast, Crybaby season—laugh then crash. Afterimage girl, you fade so sweet, Every time I blink, you retreat. Love looks clearer when it’s in the past, Crybaby season—mask on, mash. [Outro – Soft, cheeky] [brushes] Two silhouettes, one beat behind, I wink at the wound like it’s all by design. Afterimage girl, I’m built to gasp— Crybaby season—clasp, unclasp.
