Pixel scars in a bruised-up sky
I stole your face from a dead-end screen
You’re a ghost in my machine
We’re static claws in a feedback wail
Hiding hearts where the circuits fail
Every word’s a hack, every vow’s a glitch
Burning out in a digital ditch
In the blur, I still chase your shape
A borrowed face on a warped-out tape
Our aliases fray where the signals stall
Two lost souls where the airwaves fall
We’re moth-holed reels in a looping groan
Chasing ghosts where the air’s grown thin
Every touch is a smudge, every truth’s a veneer
Fading out where the edges smear
Borrowed faces, they twist in the rain
Carving your name on a windowpane
We’re warped cassettes in a basement’s chill
Scratching your voice where the tape stands still
In the blur, I still chase your shape
A borrowed face on a warped-out tape
Our aliases fray where the signals stall
Two lost souls where the airwaves fall