A low-hummed funeral pyre
Your voice is grainy, muffled by the bedsheets
Whispering secrets I was meant to keep
But I’ve got the cursor hovering on ‘send’
Turning a lover to a digital trend
One click to hollow out the chest of the ghost
Welcome to the spectacle, I’m your gracious host
It’s a voice note vendetta, a lo-fi crime
Selling our intimacy for a little airtime
The truth is pixelated but the blade is sharp and clear
Now everyone is listening to what you only meant for me to hear
Timeline’s bleeding into factions and feuds
Thousands of strangers dissecting your moods
I traded your trust for a viral eclipse
Watching the world fall off of your lips
In high-definition, I watch you dissolve
Another cold mystery for the internet to solve
Do you hear the hiss? The gap between the words?
That’s the sound of a bridge that I finally burned
No more private endings, just public remains
Play it back, loop the pain
Play it back, loop the pain
