[Intro — chopped choir, synth pulse, distant strings] [Glitched vocal fragments] Half a line Half a thought Half a— [Beat drops] There she is. [Verse 1] Violet light across her cheekbones Neon where the moon should be I had something Greek and tragic Then she sent a heart to me Now the Notes app holds six endings None of which I dare to send Three whole drafts about her laughter Two pretending we're just friends I could write of stars and oceans Wine-dark evenings, silver foam But she said, “You still awake?” And now No poetry Is home [Pre-Chorus] Type it Delete it Type it again Call it restraint Call it self-defense One little bubble Three little dots And suddenly I have forgotten Every word I've got [Chorus — huge] FRAGMENT 404 Half a poem Wanting more Lost my cool somewhere between Your typing bubble And my screen FRAGMENT 404 Every century Same old war Girls are pretty Poets suffer Nothing changes Anymore [Post-Chorus — crowd vocals] GIRLS ARE PRETTY [Choir] POETS SUFFER GIRLS ARE PRETTY [Choir] POETS SUFFER [Lead] Three thousand years [All] STILL NO CURE [Verse 2] No goddess answers midnight prayers But you're online at half past three Aphrodite had a temple I've got Wi-Fi And anxiety Saved your photo Closed the photo Opened it five times again Wrote one line about your collarbone And deleted all of it at ten Every age invents new language For the same old mortal ache Once they waited by the harbour Now we stare At “Red” And wait [Pre-Chorus] Type it Delete it Type it again Surely desire Was simpler then One little heart Lighting the phone And suddenly The entire ancient world Feels less alone [Chorus] FRAGMENT 404 Half a poem Wanting more Lost my cool somewhere between Your typing bubble And my screen FRAGMENT 404 Every century Same old war Girls are pretty Poets suffer Nothing changes Anymore [Post-Chorus] GIRLS ARE PRETTY POETS SUFFER GIRLS ARE PRETTY POETS SUFFER Three thousand years STILL NO CURE [Bridge — instruments fall away, digital beat and chopped vocals] [Glitched fragments] Violet— Beautiful— Don't send— Delete— Maybe— No— Absolutely not— [Lead, breathless] I have compared her eyes to oceans Her hands to dawn Her voice to rain I have invoked the stars above her And still I cannot Send her “Hey.” [Harsh backing vocal] JUST TEXT HER [Silence] [Lead] ...absolutely not. [Huge orchestral hit] [Final Chorus] FRAGMENT 404 Half a poem Not anymore Maybe courage looks a little Like a message Sent at four FRAGMENT 404 Every century Same old war Girls are pretty Poets suffer But perhaps We're learning More [Choir] GIRLS ARE PRETTY POETS SUFFER GIRLS ARE PRETTY POETS SUFFER [Lead] Three thousand years And here we are [Final Post-Chorus — huge singalong] GIRLS ARE PRETTY POETS SUFFER LOVE GETS WEIRD WE WRITE ABOUT HER GIRLS ARE PRETTY POETS SUFFER [All] SEND THE TEXT SEND THE TEXT SEND THE TEXT [Outro — synths and strings soften] [Phone notification sound implied musically] [Lead, quietly] Oh shit. [Soft laugh] She answered. [end song]
