Pink Static Riot

Amateur moves, yeah, it’s hard to stomach Lingering in the air like

a perfume of wreckage Obviously he’s mine,

the map is clearly drawn You’re stepping over lines,

but the patience is gone The girl gets pissed,

yeah, the girl is me Did you get the hint?

Or are you too blind to see?

You’re in my way now,

don’t go where you don't belong How hard you hang on?

It’s insane, it’s all wrong You keep calling,

but you never get the message It goes my way now,

I’m clearing out the wreckage

Sending him poems, posting pictures in his clothes It’s a desperate loop,

and everybody knows Here’s the map of the boundaries I’ve set You’re

a ghost in the system,

a threat I won’t forget

Maybe I’m petty, but you pushed the glitch The signal is cut—you’re

being fucking weird, bitch.

Where’d you get the confidence?

Last time I checked,

I won. Let me be direct: the game is done.

That’s it. I win.

System locked.

No more messages. No more perfume.

100%

Tiguidou. I’m the

only ghost

in this room.