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[Intro: Instrumental Only — Main Riff Looping D → D → G → C, Steady Mid‑Tempo Pulse]
(Instrumental riff, no vocals. Sets a slightly off‑kilter garage‑indie mood.)

[Verse 1: Male Vocals — Key of E Minor — Deadpan Rhythmic Delivery — Minimal Reverb — Tight Mic]
Saw her in the crosswalk chewing on a daydream
Said she had a plan but it leaked through the seams
People kept talking like they knew her whole script
But every time they asked, she just let the tape skip

[Verse 2: Male Vocals — Key of E Minor — Loose Talk‑Sing Cadence — Slight Swing — Dry Vocal Tone]
Met a guy drifting with a pocket full of rumors
Said he wasn’t lost, just allergic to consumers
Told me he’d been wandering since the static got loud
Said the trick is looking bored while you stand out in a crowd

[Chorus: Male Punk‑Yell Vocals — Distorted Shout‑Sing — Raw Garage‑Punk Energy — Wide Stereo Guitars]
Sidewalk buzzing like a neon omen
Heartbeat pacing like it’s slow‑motion stolen
I keep walking with the world off‑center
Let the noise get weird, let the night get better

[Verse 3: Male Vocals — Key of E Minor — Slacker‑Poet Phrasing — Lazy Timing — Slight Tape Saturation]
City felt staged like a half‑priced rerun
Billboards blinking like they owed someone
I counted every crack like a low‑budget ritual
Trying not to think about the things that felt habitual

[Verse 4: Male Vocals — Key of E Minor — Spoken‑Surreal Tone — Low Dynamics — Narrow Stereo Field]
Wires hum secrets in a language of glitches
Streetlights flicker like they’re flipping off switches
I don’t chase answers that come with conditions
I just keep drifting through the in‑between missions

[Chorus: Male Punk‑Yell Vocals — Distorted Shout‑Sing — Raw Garage‑Punk Energy — Full Band Lift]
Sidewalk buzzing like a neon omen
Heartbeat pacing like it’s slow‑motion stolen
I keep walking with the world off‑center
Let the noise get weird, let the night get better