ATM Love Letters

(mmm-hmmm) You sent a voice note from the platform line Breathing cold white

air, freezing the time I watch the green dot fade on my

screen Just another ghost in the machine

Waiting for a call that'll never ring

Blue screen light on my face,

tired flex

Counting up the numbers,

ignoring the text (no reply)

Standing in the cold under the ATM glow

Waiting on a line that we both already know (yeah) No calls

coming through the quiet air I look down at my hands and

there's nobody there

Your voice is looping in my head again

Talking 'bout the money,

acting like we're fine

But you're still frozen on the pavement edge

Chasing after signals that we left behind

Standing in the cold under the ATM glow Waiting on a line

that we both already know (yeah) No calls coming through the quiet

air

I look down at my hands and there's nobody there

(no calls... just the white air...)