[Verse 1] Woke up late in my spreadsheet grave, Got one foot in freedom, one stuck in the wage. Tie too tight, phone won’t stop, I’m eatin’ sadness in a cardboard box. [Chorus] Oh, I got the Bluetooth blues, Talkin’ to ghosts in my high-rise shoes. Panini cold, and my soul’s on mute, Ain’t no signal where I buried my truth. ⸻ [Verse 2] Got kale in my teeth and debt in my spine, My spirit’s buffering in lunchtime lines. Looked up once — saw my reflection cry, Right there in the glass of a vegan Thai pie. [Chorus] Yeah, I got the Bluetooth blues, My aura’s flat, and I lost my fuse. Nobody hears when your heart reboots, And salvation don’t come with a compost chute. ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken Word, Jimmy-style:] “I told my cappuccino, ‘You’re the only warmth I got left.’ It looked back at me and said, ‘You paid with contactless, and you’ll die the same way.’” ⸻ [Final Chorus] Now I’m barefoot on a concrete dream, Traded my briefcase for a tambourine. Left the city with one final truth: You can’t find heaven through a Bluetooth tooth. ⸻ [Outro – Harmonica solo played on a glass bottle, fade into traffic and quiet laughter.]
