[Intro - spoken low, half-buried under vinyl hiss] Phone face down Ceiling fan doing its thing [Verse 1 - soft, breathy, close-mic] Streetlight through the blinds cuts my arm in half Ash tray full of nothing but the paper and the past I counted every car that didn't slow down at the gate Told myself I'd sleep at two, it's a little bit past late [Pre-Chorus - build, add sub bass] And I don't wanna call And I don't wanna know If you're up too [Chorus - open up, layered harmony] Still up, still up Watching the dark turn blue Still up, still up Doing the math on you Every hour got a name and this one's got your face Still up, still up In the wrong part of the day [Verse 2 - slightly more forward, add hi-hat] Cold coffee, warm glass, radio talking to itself I keep your side of the room like a book on a shelf The city takes a breath around a quarter after three Somebody's coming home, and it ain't gonna be me [Pre-Chorus] And I don't wanna call And I don't wanna know If you're up too [Chorus] Still up, still up Watching the dark turn blue Still up, still up Doing the math on you Every hour got a name and this one's got your face Still up, still up In the wrong part of the day [Bridge - strip to vocal + one pad, whispered] Sun's gonna come and act like nothing happened Gonna wash the whole street clean I'll put my shoes on Act like I agree [Final Chorus - full, doubled vocal, tape saturation] Still up, still up Watching the dark turn blue Still up, still up Done doing the math on you [Outro - fade, keep the vinyl hiss, let it run 8 bars] Ceiling fan doing its thing Phone face down
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