Ghost Code

[Verse 1]
Thumbprint on the glass, 11:13, the screen feels warm.
Just a quick system purge, weathering a private storm.
Running diagnostics on a memory that's overdrawn,
A blueprint for a building that was never built, the plans are torn.
They say the body keeps the score, a ledger in the bone and gristle,
But the cloud is apostolic, its erasure is official.
One tap deletes the artefact, the data stream, the launch-code missile,
Just a clean, controlled demolition, a pre-emptive dismissal.

[Chorus]
So I press the button, watch the name collapse, the ghost code's gone.
No more late-night signal checks from dusk until the break of dawn.
Just a clean contact list, a blank space where you don't belong.
This is the final failsafe, now the system's strong.

[Verse 2]
Still see your profile picture in the grain of the Arndale concrete,
A phantom vibration in my pocket walking down Oldham Street.
The muscle memory's a glitch, a feedback loop I can't complete,
My search history's a testament to tactical retreat.
I checked the tablet by the boiler, just to see if it had synced across,
A tiny act of treason, underwriting all the loss.
Putting up a new facade and hiding all the structural dross,
Telling everyone I'm mint, a self-appointed, smiling boss.

[Chorus]
So I press the button, watch the name collapse, the ghost code's gone.
No more late-night signal checks from dusk until the coming of dawn.
Just a clean contact list, a blank space where you can't belong.
This is the final failsafe, hope the system's strong.

[Bridge]
Left a draft in the notes, it just says 'You were the load-bearing wall.'
And the scaffolding I built around myself is starting to feel small.
The whole gaff's got subsidence since I chose to take your call.
A hairline fracture spiderwebs behind the plaster, that is all.

[Chorus]
So I press the button, watch the name collapse, the ghost code's gone.
No more late-night signal checks from dusk until the grey of dawn.
Just a clean contact list, a blank space where you never belonged.
This is the final failsafe, pray the system's strong.

(False Ending - music cuts for 3 seconds)

[Outro]
...It isn't.
I still know the number off by heart.