[Spoken Word – British female voice | vinyl crackle, distant street ambience] Three AM again — the city breathes in patterns. I’ve memorized every crack in the pavement, Every flicker of a streetlight that never quite reveals What we’re all still running from. [Sung Verse 1 – British female vocal | minimalist beat + haunting pads] Morning coffee tastes like yesterday’s mistakes. Same route to work, same faces on the train. But something fractured when you walked away — Now every corner hums your name. Empty chatter fills the space you left. Your laughter still lingers in my chest. I’m learning to breathe in smaller breaths, To exist without your fingerprints on everything. [Sung Chorus – British female vocal | subtle drop + reverb tail] Time drifts slow through moments past, I’m floating between what was and what might last. Numb to the rhythm of my own heartbeat, Watching myself from the passenger seat. [Instrumental – atmospheric build | city ambience returning] [Sung Verse 2 – British female vocal | late-night tone] Midnight grocery runs turn to meditation. Fluorescent lights hum quiet confessions. The girl at the till asks if I’m alright — I smile and lie beneath the buzz of white light. Your ghost rides shotgun on the way back home. We used to sing — now I drive alone. Silence is the only passenger I trust, Carrying the weight of what we lost. [Sung Chorus – British female vocal | soft reverb layers] Time drifts slow through moments past, I’m floating between what was and what might last. Numb to the rhythm of my own heartbeat, Watching myself from the passenger seat. [Sung Bridge – British female vocal | dissonant textures, layered whispers] Flashbacks in the rearview — your hand on my knee. Flashbacks in the window — reflections of me. Flashbacks in the rainfall — dissolve, repeat. Everything we were flows down the street. [Final Sung Chorus – British female vocal | final subtle drop] Time drifts slow through moments past, I’m floating between what was and what might last. Numb to the rhythm of my own heartbeat, Watching myself from the passenger seat. [Spoken Word – British female voice | vinyl crackle returns, fading into distant traffic] Four AM now — the city sleeps. I’m still here, still breathing. Still learning how to be alone. [vinyl crackle dissolves to silence]
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