Bottle Service Voicemail

(hmmm) You sent a voice note from the floor

Beside the ice and pointless gold

Counting paper behind glass But the warmth is growing cold

(yeah) Static plays

Replaying everything you said

In the booth, counting green But I'm trapped inside my head

This bottle service feels so small Replaying voices on the wall We

chase the paper, lose the soul I cannot make this city whole

Another stack to fold away

Under the cold neon glow

Your voice note looping on repeat How did we sink this low?

(ahhhh) This bottle service feels so small Replaying voices on the wall

We chase the paper,

lose the soul I cannot make this city whole (yeah)

Just a message on the line Just the noise... (click)