21–24 Sep

Verse 1

Five lanes of almost
Nobody moves an inch
News bird drawing circles
Over the same old pinch

Then a marble of daylight
Cuts the dark like a blade
No wobble, no errand
Just a line that it made

Chorus

Straight line over traffic
Didn’t ask for a lane
Straight line over traffic
Left the gridlock ashamed
We were all going nowhere
It was already gone
Straight line over traffic
And the night kept it on

Verse 2

Size of a held breath
Cool as a pool
Warehouse ate the ending
Desk wants a rule

I keep the frame running
For a guest that won’t stay
Wonder sitting shotgun
Where the fear should’ve been

Chorus

Straight line over traffic
Didn’t ask for a lane
Straight line over traffic
Left the gridlock ashamed
We were all going nowhere
It was already gone
Straight line over traffic
And the night kept it on

Bridge

If it wanted the city
It could’ve taken the sky
It wrote one clean sentence
And left us asking why

Outro

Straight line over traffic
Straight line over traffic

Verse 1

Engine off, the lot still humming like a dare
Neon square of window light painting my dashboard prayer
I came here for something warm and leaving empty-handed
You said “see you later” like it wasn’t already stranded

Pre-Chorus

Plastic bag on the passenger seat
Receipt folded like a bad receipt of me

Chorus

It’s a combo on the worst night
Salt on my tongue and no appetite
Same drive-thru, different goodbye
I’m parked in the glow of a red goodbye
Combo on the worst night
Singing to myself like it’s alright
If heartbreak needs a place to sit
This parking lot still fits

Verse 2

Someone’s laughing in a car three spaces down
I’m writing anthems to a girl who left this town
Brand of forever on a paper cup
Cheap confession, fill it up

Bridge

Don’t call it nostalgia — call it staying late
When the lot becomes a stage for what I couldn’t say

Chorus

It’s a combo on the worst night
Salt on my tongue and no appetite
Same drive-thru, different goodbye
I’m parked in the glow of a red goodbye
Combo on the worst night
Singing to myself like it’s alright
If heartbreak needs a place to sit
This parking lot still fits

Outro

Engine off
Lot still humming
Worst night
Still coming

Verse 1

They sold a Terminator in an octagon cage
Six feet of chrome and a highlight-reel rage
I swung at a future, it kicked me through space
Then somebody whispered: “Relax — there’s a face”

Pre-Chorus

Not the metal, not the code, not the balance AI
Just a pilot in a headset learning how to lie

Chorus

These are someone else’s hands
Wearing someone else’s plan
Punching through a borrowed shell
While the crowd screams “machine” like they can’t tell
Someone else’s hands
Taking credit for the dance
I got hit by a future
But a human threw the chance

Verse 2

VR gloves throwing steel with a smile
AI only kept it upright for a while
History made in a forty-four clip
Man vs man in a titanium slip

Bridge

Call it progress, call it sport, call it content gold
I’m still counting bruises that a ghost controlled

Chorus

These are someone else’s hands
Wearing someone else’s plan
Punching through a borrowed shell
While the crowd screams “machine” like they can’t tell
Someone else’s hands
Taking credit for the dance
I got hit by a future
But a human threw the chance

Outro

Don’t clap for the robot
Clap for the ghost
Someone else’s hands
Close the show

Verse 1

She said goodbye on a deck under lights
Walked behind the man with the microphone
Live feed, open water, nowhere to cut
Then the pixels where she stood were alone

Pre-Chorus

They checked the tape for a splice in the dark
They called her name into empty air
Half the timeline screamed simulation
Half said she just wasn’t there

Chorus

Exit the frame
Don’t wait for the edit
Exit the frame
While the lens is still committed
If the world keeps rolling without you in it
Maybe that’s the softest kind of win
Exit the frame
Don’t explain. Just begin.

Verse 2

Five hours on, still no signal back
The reporter swears he never felt her leave
Production says the broadcast was honest
Which is colder than a trick up a sleeve

Chorus

Exit the frame
Don’t wait for the edit
Exit the frame
While the lens is still committed
If the world keeps rolling without you in it
Maybe that’s the softest kind of win
Exit the frame
Don’t explain. Just begin.

Bridge

I’ve been practicing in grocery light
In frozen calls, in the back of the car
If a sailor can vanish mid-sentence
I can learn to leave the shot ajar

Final Chorus

Exit the frame
Teach me the quiet door
Exit the frame
I don’t need an encore
If the feed can lose a whole human clean
I’ll take the left they never see
Exit the frame
Catch me in between