━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━S T I L L L I T━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ For this song, I put a lonely vending machine at 3 a.m into the Style of Music field, then wrote the lyrics around the idea of it missing the person who used to stop by every night. Then I rebuilt it in Suno Studio and kept remixing and covering it until the machine started feeling less like metal and wires, and more like a heart left glowing on an empty train platform. Still Lit is about routine turning into memory. the same blue coat, the same iced tea, the same coin falling into the tray until one night, there is only the hum of the lights and the space where someone used to be. Produced and Written by DJ X / classyissue Made in Suno Studio: https://suno.com/studio?project_version_id=ed52644d-bfdb-41cc-96f6-35331f69e39b Studio tip: When in doubt, mute first. EQ second. Add last. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Still lit Still lit for you Still lit Still lit for you Platform three at two fifteen Same blue coat, same iced tea You never looked me in the eyes But you always looked through me Silver falling, soft machine Glass between your hand and me I don’t know love, I know routine But I knew when you’d leave Now the tiles don’t hear your shoes And the last train takes its time All my buttons blink in rows Like I’m trying not to cry I stayed lit for you When the whole train line went quiet Cold drinks behind the glass But I’m empty inside it I stayed lit for you Fizzy heart, blue light, static If you don’t come back tonight I’m still here out of habit Still lit, still lit Still lit for you Still lit, still lit Still lit for you Still lit Still lit Still lit for you Third slot sticks when it rains C17 still wears your name Someone bought the one you chose I let it fall too slow New faces tap and go They don’t look up, they don’t know How a thing with wires and dust Can run on coins and almost trust I keep your change in the tray Like proof you once were here Every beep gets softer now But I still keep it clear Out of order, maybe that’s true I only worked when I waited for you I stayed lit for you Till the last train broke the silence Cold drinks behind the glass But my whole world went private I stayed lit for you Even if you never find it If you don’t come back tonight I’ll keep glowing behind it Still lit, still lit Still lit for you Still lit, still lit Still lit for you Still lit Still lit for you ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
