

Yeah, I got your screenshot.
I'm still here in the locker aisle.
One more track before the morning shift.
Clock-in light is blinking green
Dusty lockers, silver screen
Sent a text you shouldn't send
Delete the proof and start again (tick-tock)
Cold tile under worn-out shoes
Nothing left for us to lose
Clean slate, clear mind,
erase the night One more beat in the fluorescent light We build
it up just to wipe it clean
Living our lives on a five-inch screen
Locker door is swinging wide
Left my tired pride inside
Metallic echoes on the floor
We don't talk about it anymore
(tick-tock) Cold tile under worn-out shoes
Nothing left for us to lose
Clean slate, clear mind,
erase the night One more beat in
the fluorescent light We build it up just to wipe it clean
Living our lives on a five-inch screen
Delete the proof.
(one more track)
Yeah, I'm logging off now.