[Intro – VHS static, eerie music-box melody, deep trip-hop bass] [Female whisper] Exhibit A… [Verse 1 – Singer A Male, Rhythmic trip-hop rap, sarcastic delivery] She woke on Sunday looking at me like I was Ted Bundy Coffee getting cold, and the atmosphere was funny Had Netflix on pause, notebook on her knee Said, “We need to talk,” like she was the FBI, see She got a true crime podcast playing in the car Knows every serial killer, every victim, every scar I forgot to call Tuesday, now she’s checking my location Cross-referencing timestamps with my last explanation Got my phone on the table, got my alibi straight But apparently “I fell asleep” is suspicious after eight She said, “Your story’s inconsistent” I said, “Baby, I’m just tired” She said, “That’s exactly what they say Before the evidence gets filed.” [Pre-Chorus] [Female] You’re brushing off the fingerprints From every word you said You’re pinning up the memories And circling what you hid [Chorus – Hypnotic dark dream-pop, catchy melodic hook] Forensic files! She’s got my heart under ultraviolet lights Cold case love, and a crooked little smile She’s been building up a case against me all this while Forensic files! Every kiss is an exhibit, every tear’s a trial She can tell you where we went wrong Down to the minute and the mile Oh-oh-oh, she’s got the evidence! Oh-oh-oh, and I’m the prime suspect! She don’t want another lover She wants forensic files! [Post-Chorus – Chopped whispered vocals] (Exhibit A…) (Exhibit B…) [Whisper] The victim was… our chemistry. [Verse 2 – Punchy rap, syncopated bass] She’s got Dateline dedication, CSI precision Turned a dinner conversation into cross-examination Said my silence was a motive, said my smile was a clue Said, “You liked her picture back in twenty-twenty-two!” Got a murder-board mentality, red strings on the wall Connecting every stupid thing I ever did at all My “good morning” was too casual My “goodnight” was too late And my “sorry” was inadmissible Without a time and date She’s got a Netflix documentary For every kind of sin And somehow every episode Has me written in I said, “Baby, this is crazy, Can’t we just go get some fries?” She said, “Interesting deflection,” With that detective look in her eyes [Pre-Chorus] [Female] You’re brushing off the fingerprints From every word you said You’re pinning up the memories And circling what you hid [Chorus – Full, seductive layered vocals] Forensic files! She’s got my heart under ultraviolet lights Cold case love, and a crooked little smile She’s been building up a case against me all this while Forensic files! Every kiss is an exhibit, every tear’s a trial She can tell you where we went wrong Down to the minute and the mile Oh-oh-oh, she’s got the evidence! Oh-oh-oh, and I’m the prime suspect! She don’t want another lover She wants forensic files! [Instrumental Break – Warped music-box melody, deep bass, eerie vocal chops] [Bridge – Sparse piano, intimate male baritone] But here’s the part she never mentions In her perfectly arranged investigation Every time I said I loved her She called it manipulation And I know I made mistakes Got a few things I regret But she’s catalogued the heartbreak And forgotten how we met [Female whisper] Case closed. [Baylox – Spoken] Wait a minute… [Beat drops – Final rapid-fire rap] Got the motive, got the method Got the timeline, got the proof Got a thousand little theories But she never got the truth There wasn’t any villain There wasn’t any crime Just two people losing something One argument at a time [Final Chorus – Explosive dark synth-pop] FORENSIC FILES! She’s got my heart under ultraviolet lights Cold case love, and a crooked little smile She’s been building up a case against me all this while FORENSIC FILES! Every kiss is an exhibit, every tear’s a trial She can tell you where we went wrong Down to the minute and the mile Oh-oh-oh, she’s got the evidence! Oh-oh-oh, and I’m the prime suspect! She don’t want another lover She wants forensic files! [Outro – Tape slowing, music-box melody] [Static] [End]
