[Intro] [Lush strings swell, slow 1960s swing beat, elegant vibraphone motif] [Verse 1)] The streetlamps flicker through the digital haze, I watch you scrolling through your crowded days. You flash a smile that’s perfectly polite, But leave me stranded in the neon night. ([Verse 2)] I spoke of forever, of a ring and a home, You answered with a text on a glowing screen, alone. The warmth I offer doesn’t touch your skin, I’m just a casual game you let me win. ([Chorus)] Oh, the bitter truth is breaking in my chest, I gave you my all, you gave what’s left. I call it devotion, you call it a whim, As the modern world turns cold and dim. Must I walk into the dark, completely spent? Do I have to turn away?—Losing You. ([Verse 3)] You like my company, you say I’m kind, A pleasant distraction to unwind your mind. But "like" is a valley, and "love" is the peak, And I am the only one who trembles when we speak. ([Verse 4)] The radio plays an old-fashioned tune, A crooner crying to a paper moon. He sang of heartaches in a simpler part, But failed to warn me of a half-bound heart. ([Chorus)] Oh, the bitter truth is breaking in my chest, I gave you my all, you gave what’s left. I call it devotion, you call it a whim, As the modern world turns cold and dim. Must I walk into the dark, completely spent? Do I have to turn away?—Losing You. ([Verse 5)] The algorithms say we’re a perfect match, But there’s no safety net for me to catch. I am an anchor dragging in your sea, While you sail onward, perfectly free. [(Verse 6)] The glass has shattered, the illusion is dead, I’ll live with the ghost of the words you never said. A one-sided story where the pages burn, A lesson in love I was forced to learn. ([Chorus)] Oh, the bitter truth is breaking in my chest, I gave you my all, you gave what’s left. I call it devotion, you call it a whim, As the modern world turns cold and dim. Must I walk into the dark, completely spent? Do I have to turn away?—Losing You. ([CODA)] The music fades into the quiet room, No grand finale for this sudden doom. I pack my heart up, heavy as a stone, Accepting now that I am quite alone. The line is drawn, the curtain has to fall, You never really cared for me at all... Do I have to turn away?—Losing You.
