Tic ✖️Tac ⭕Toe 👻( Cobblestone Cut )🖤💋

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe © 2026 Mark Damon Bitkower. Lyrics & written content are original and owned by the author. All rights reserved. No reproduction, redistribution, or use without prior written permission. 🐰🌙𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖘🌙🐰 ( soft intro ) For Jenny. [Verse 1] He writes when the house goes quiet, when the world forgets his name, old guitar by the window, blue smoke curling like a flame. Her picture by the speaker, her perfume in a drawer, he still says, “Baby, listen,” like she might walk through the door. The candles burn in silence, the incense climbs the wall, and every song he finishes is really just her call. [Pre-Chorus] Steam on the mirror, stars through the glass, he sees the man he used to be standing in the past. [Chorus] Tic tac toe, three lines in the ghostlight glow, he draws an X where his heart won’t go, waiting on an O. Tic tac toe, love don’t leave when the body goes, sometimes she answers soft and slow in the fog of the mirror with tic tac toe. [Verse 2] She left on a highway evening, taillights, rain, and shattered chrome, one phone call split forever from the life he used to know. Now he mixes pain with melody, lets the reverb take her shape, turns the grief into a temple, turns the silence into tape. In the starlight show of midnight, with the speakers breathing low, he writes another chorus for the girl he can’t let go. [Pre-Chorus] Steam on the mirror, moon on the floor, he swears he heard her laughing like she used to laugh before. [Chorus] Tic tac toe, three lines in the ghostlight glow, he draws an X where his heart won’t go, waiting on an O. Tic tac toe, love don’t leave when the body goes, sometimes she answers soft and slow in the fog of the mirror with tic tac toe. [Bridge] He says, “I know it’s crazy, I know what people say, but grief has its own language when the dead still find a way.” Then right beside his X mark, where no hand should have been, a circle blooms in vapor like she touched the glass again. And he don’t need a séance, don’t need a holy sign, just one little O beside his X to know she crossed the line. [Final Chorus] Tic tac toe, three lines in the ghostlight glow, he draws an X where his heart won’t go, and she leaves him an O. Tic tac toe, love don’t die when the body goes, some nights heaven bends down low in the fog of the mirror. Tic tac toe, ashes rise and candles glow, he laughs, he cries, he whispers, “No, don’t leave yet, baby, no.” Tic tac toe, one more X, one more O, widower heart in the afterglow, still playing with forever in the foggy mirror, tic tac toe. [Outro] The song keeps spinning, the smoke drifts slow, and love draws circles where the lonely go.