Scroll and Sink

Scroll, scroll, smile on cue

Backlit truth, I'm seeing through

Thumb on the glass,

I'm a runner in a maze Bright little badges got me counting

up days Everybody polished,

nobody shows the bruise Algorithms staring like they know what I choose

I post a piece of me,

then I flinch when it lands Love in the comments,

but it slips through my hands If you don't feed it,

it forgets your name

If you do feed it,

it controls your frame (yeah)

They sell me peace in a bottle of noise

Keep me busy like a room full of toys

If I go quiet,

I feel the hook in my chest So I refresh and refresh,

never rest (ooh)

Pretty faces, hidden wires Hearts on fire,

feeding fires Truth gets small when the numbers climb

I see the curtain every time (hey)

Soft voice in my ear like,

“stay in the lane” But the lane is a loop and it

learns my brain

I can feel the bait in the timing they pick Tiny little

shocks make my focus slip

Friends feel close, but we're miles apart

Trading little clips for a piece of the heart I'm chill in

the beat, but my mind in a sprint

Trying to breathe in a place made of tint (huh)

No filter, no pose,

just air in my lungs Let the screen go dark while the

real day comes (hummmm)

Pretty faces, hidden wires Hearts on fire,

feeding fires Truth gets small when the numbers climb

I see the curtain every time (hey) (yeah) Close the app,

feel the room

Quiet wins, I make it soon (ahhhh)