(The beat drops out, leaving only a muffled, underwater-sounding synth.) Is it "low fidelity" if the feelings are this high?Tuning out the world just to hear a lullabyEverything’s blurry, everything’s greyWatching the cigarette smoke drift away.

And it’s a slow dance in a room with no lightJust the hum of the fridge and the weight of the nightYeah, I’m okay, or I’m getting there, I guessCleaning up the memories, a beautiful messJust let the tape hiss drown out the soundOf my heart hitting the floor without a bounce.

(The piano slows down further, notes becoming more sparse and wobbly.) Yeah...Just another late night drive to nowhere...Keep the static running.Don’t turn the lights on yet.

The ceiling’s got a lot to say at 3 AMTracing cracks that look like places we have beenYour ghost is sitting in the chair across the roomJust a shadow wrapped in blue and cheap perfumeI’m reaching out but catching only static airYou’re everywhere tonight, but never really there.

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