[Verse 1] The evening sun cuts lines across the dusty glass, Nine PM already, and the day just slipped past. I’ve been locked in this glow for hours, barely breathing, Watching silence spread like smoke from something seething. You read it — then nothing. A clean little kill. That’s how people vanish now: quiet, cold, and still. You said you were “busy,” but your tone was thin, A half‑grown promise with no place to begin. --- [Chorus] You leave me waiting in a loop that never ends, A flicker in the dark where your message pretends. You’re not a lover, just a signal gone astray, And my analog heart keeps shouting: walk away. You can’t even close a simple moment clean, I know how these late‑night stories tend to lean. So I sit here, letting the cigarette burn slow, Watching your silence pulse like a shadow‑afterglow. --- [Verse 2] You send a soft apology wrapped in neon blue, A gesture with no weight, no shape, no follow‑through. You say “next week,” “maybe Sunday,” drifting wide — I smile, but the truth is already outside. I’m tired of the static that you call a spark, A touch that never lands, a voice that fades to dark. What good are your symbols if they don’t reach skin? My heart won’t decode what you never let in. --- [Bridge] I could erase you, wipe the whole thing clean, Let vinyl hiss replace this glowing screen. But your little green ghost keeps circling back, A quiet addiction dressed in digital black. You’re the bottle I know I shouldn’t taste again, A half‑formed promise dissolving in the rain. --- [Chorus] You leave me waiting in a loop that never ends, A flicker in the dark where your message pretends. You’re not a lover, just a signal gone astray, And my analog heart keeps shouting: walk away. You can’t even close a simple moment clean, I know how these late‑night stories tend to lean. So I sit here, letting the cigarette burn slow, Watching your silence pulse like a shadow‑afterglow. ---
