[Intro] No signal… smiling (faint) I rent my face to every passing lens [Verse] Elevator mirrors grade me like a quiz I didn't study for Neon makes philosophers of us, we glow and call it meaning A joke lands late, I laugh on purpose—timing's my invention The city scrolls right through my hands, I'm nodding, not agreeing I treat my nights like lab reports: observe, deny, then publish I exist in superposition—both waving and drowning at once I keep my pulse in lowercase, so nobody can read the roar I'm "present" like a placeholder—looks real until you click [Pre-Chorus] Hold on— I hear my own name echo in the wiring of my teeth If I stop performing, do I disappear or finally breathe? [Chorus] No Signal, Smiling No Signal, Smiling (No signal… smiling) I'm doing great in public, I'm a private catastrophe I wave like I'm above it, while it's eating me politely [Verse – Switch-Up] I tried to be a minimalist—cut noise, keep the frame clean But silence has a soundtrack, and it's loud behind the grin So I walk past my reflection, let it talk, let it name me: Not the mask you keep defending—just the kid under the skin I sip my dread like elegant espresso, bitter, stylish (Yeah, I'm relaxed.) I say it like a lawsuit, not a hunch Neon makes philosophers of us, we glow and call it meaning The city keeps on scrolling, but I'm done with auto-run [Pre-Chorus – Build] Wait— I'm not a headline, not a trend, not something you can pin If I'm a glitch, I'm proof there's more than perfect in the system Hold on— If I stop performing, do I disappear or finally live? [Chorus – Double] No Signal, Smiling No Signal, Smiling I'm doing great in public, I'm a private catastrophe I wave like I'm above it, while it's eating me politely No Signal, Smiling No Signal, Smiling I'm done being "easy," done being sleek, done being scenery I'm not cured, I'm clearer—watch me choose me, loudly, quietly [Bridge] Sisyphus with good hair, pushing updates up the hill Kept my heart in airplane mode—still, it learned to feel So if you see me standing still, I'm not choosing I'm just tired of pretending I had options [Final Hook – Mash] No Signal, Smiling (no signal… smiling) I'm doing great in public, I'm a private catastrophe I'm not cured, I'm clearer—watch me choose me, loudly, quietly
