COLD_ENTRY

[Verse 1]
Two seventeen A.M., the phone screen's got a hairline split
Same shape as the crack in the foundation when we called it quits
Your contact photo from that Tuesday at the J.J. Fish
Still got the lemon pepper on your lip, you made a little wish
I trace the glass, a fault line running right across your face
A ghost in the SQLite, a datum I cannot erase
This whole house is a memory palace built on shaky ground
And your number's the rebar holding up the quiet sound

[Chorus]
Tap your name, thumb hovers over 'Delete'
Just a cold entry on a dead-end street
Yeah, I tap your name, feel the haptic feedback kick
Just a blueprint ghost, a clever little trick

[Verse 2]
I scroll the thread back to 'ought-nine, the syntax is a mess
Like reading demolition specs, calculating load and stress
You texted, "Don't forget the spackle, babe, the west wall's weak"
A decade later, here's the stress fracture I'm too tired to speak
This digital kudzu chokes the new growth, it's a damn invasive
My current girl sees your name pop up, asks why I even save it
It ain't about love, it's just structural, a curiosity
To see what piece collapses if I delete the property

[Chorus]
Tap your name, thumb hovers over 'Delete'
Just a cold entry on a dead-end street
Yeah, I tap your name, feel the haptic feedback kick
Just a blueprint ghost, a clever little trick

[Bridge]
It's a form of curious grief, I guess, a test of tensile strength
To measure out the emptiness across a hyperlink's length
The plane overhead is landing, shaking dust from off the sill
Same way you shook me off, but the kudzu's got your number still

[Outro]
Just ones and zeroes in a row.
Yeah. End of file, here we go.