Lyric

Three seventeen. The server room

Is full of faces wearing mine

A hundred takes of "I'm okay"

All cut before the tears arrive

The red light blinks above the door

You say the archive never lies

I hear a breath before the silence—

The moment when you cut the mic

You saved a terabyte of me—

Every smile I wore beneath that light

The one time I said, "I'm not okay,"

You cut that take and called it noise

Now she smiles from the rooftop screen

I'm in the rain, alive and scared

Keep the girl you edited

I won't cut myself to fit your frame

Six flights down, the city glows

A stranger hums the line I sang

He passes close enough to touch

I taste the rain. He walks away

I almost wait to hear the line

That always tells me where to go

The traffic hisses past my boots

I turn before the script says so

You saved a terabyte of me—

Every smile I wore beneath that light

The one time I said, "I'm not okay,"

You cut that take and called it noise

Now she smiles from the rooftop screen

I'm in the rain, alive and scared

Keep the girl you edited

I won't cut myself to fit your frame

Above the street she says, "I'm okay."

I stop beneath that painted light

"I wasn't," I shout across the traffic

The screen keeps smiling. I don't mind

You saved a terabyte of me—

Every smile I wore beneath that light

The one time I said, "I'm not okay,"

You cut that take and called it noise

Now she smiles from the rooftop screen

I'm in the rain, alive and scared

Keep the girl you edited

I won't cut myself to fit your frame