Pink Static Confessions

Late night, same four walls closing in

Scrolling through faces I pretend to know

Cynical laugh at my

own reflection (yeah)

I see the pink filter cracking at the seams

Self-aware enough to name the game

Ghost in the pink,

fading out slow

I know the script but still play the role

Cynical heart with a crooked smile (oh)

Another hour, same tired lines rehearsed

Laughing at how predictable we get

Pink glow hides the empty inside (haha)

Strip it back, just the crackle and me

Admitting I like the mess I've made

Ghost in the pink,

fading out slow

I know the script but still play the role

Cynical heart with a crooked smile (ooh)

Fading... still

here though