Screen Glow Undertow

[Verse 1]
The world you post is spun in golden light,
But my own kitchen's stained by fading night.
Another Tuesday, just the silence deep,
While perfect stories on my screen still sleep.
A quiet current pulling, slow and low,
Beneath the surface of the lives they show.

[Chorus]
Tell me, is it real? Is it true?
This filter-fade, I see right through.
My Tuesday night, a quiet tide,
Where my true currents always hide.

[Verse 2]
A digital horizon, far and wide,
Where every single flaw is carefully denied.
The salt on the wind, a whisper in my ear,
About the hollow victories you hold so dear.
The damp stone walls still hear the lonely cry,
Of gulls that mirror sorrow in my sky.

[Chorus]
Tell me, is it real? Is it true?
This filter-fade, I see right through.
My Tuesday night, a quiet tide,
Where my true currents always hide.

[Bridge]
Maybe it's the undertow, pulling me back to shore,
To memories I choose to keep, and nothing more.
This ache inside, a lighthouse beam,
Cutting through the screen's false dream.

[Outro]
Just my breath on the pane,
As the real rain starts again.