Read Receipts

[Intro] [A single, low, sustaining piano note. Deep sub-bass pulses. Rattling 808 hi-hats begin.] [PURRdita: Whispered, cold] I saw it. (Pause) I just didn't care to reply. Check the screen. [Verse 1] [Slow, deliberate flow. Every line ends with the "-ate" rhyme] I saw the notification start to illuminate. I watched the little bubble as it started to inflate. You’re checking on the status of a narrative you hate. But I am not the person who is going to negotiate. I’m sitting in the silence while the minutes accumulate. I like to watch the worry as it starts to accelerate. Your ego is a burden that I will not accommodate. I simply view the signal and I let it deteriorate. There is no obligation for a lady to participate. I process the intention then I let it evaporate. You’re standing at the border but I will not initiate. The power is a metric that you cannot investigate. I’m comfortable with silence, it is time to appreciate. The ending of a story that I’ve come to eliminate. Your value is a decimal I need to re-evaluate. I’m checking out the exit and I will not hesitate. [Chorus] [Sub-bass drops deeper. Minimal piano melody becomes more prominent] Red receipts on. (Pause) Now the leverage is gone. Red receipts on. (Pause) I’m the one who withdrawn. I saw the text. I saw the plea. You’re looking at the screen, But you’re not seeing me. [Verse 2] [Flow becomes even more detached. Every line ends with the "-ow/-o" rhyme] I’m the shadow in the corner that you think you know. But I’m a frequency that’s sinking to a level low. I’m the architect of every single status show. I watch your frantic little pixels as they start to glow. You’re begging for a signal that I won’t bestow. I’m the ice upon the river where the currents flow. I’m watching all your panic through the digital window. But the answer is a silence that I’ve come to sow. I am the sovereign of the distance that I let you grow. I’m moving with a cadence that is heavy and slow. Your desperation is a metric that I keep in tow. I am the master of the logic that I now overthrow. I see the digits and I let the information go. I’m the center of the orbit while you’re in the throw. I’m stepping through the static like a silent shadow. I’m the only one who wins, I am your favorite foe. [Chorus] [Full low-end impact. The piano melody feels colder.] Red receipts on. (Pause) Now the leverage is gone. Red receipts on. (Pause) I’m the one who withdrawn. I saw the text. I saw the plea. You’re looking at the screen, But you’re not seeing me. [Outro] [Music fades into a cold, ambient wind sound] [PURRdita: Spoken, detached] Blue checkmarks. No reply. Have a nice night. [Silence]