Cheney[Intro]
[Verse 1]
The city hums in monochrome, streetlights flicker like a broken poem,
Shadows stretch where the crowd’s long gone—just me and the static on the dial tone.
I trace the cracks on my phone screen, texts unsent and dreams unseen,
The fridge light hums a lonely hymn, echoes of a voice that’s never been.
[Chorus]
Midnight echoes, hollow bones,
Whispers turn to dial tones.
The mirror’s got no face to show—
Just a ghost in a late-night show.
(Who’s there? Who’s there?)
[Verse 2]
I talk to the cracks in the ceiling paint, confess my sins to a half-drunk saint,
The clock’s hands laugh, “You’re running late,” but time’s just a lie I rearrange.
My shadow dances on caffeine highs, a silhouette with bloodshot eyes,
The neighbors’ TV screams goodbye—I’m just a subplot in the reprise.
[Chorus]
Midnight echoes, hollow bones,
Whispers turn to dial tones.
The mirror’s got no face to show—
Just a ghost in a late-night show.
(Who’s there? Who’s there?)
[Bridge]
The fridge light dies, the silence grows,
A car alarm bleeds through the window.
I wear the quiet like a second skin—
Maybe tomorrow I’ll let the world back in.
(Maybe.)
[Outro]
