Midnight Echoes

[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]