歌詞

Alarm rings like it always does

Same cracked screen, same tired buzz

Coffee cooling by the sink

I forget what I was about to think

Shoes by the door, yesterday’s light

Nothing’s wrong, but it feels too right

Every step is slightly late

Like the world can’t sync its fate

Counting beats that don’t align

Seven steps to cross the line

I smile like it’s all okay

But time keeps blinking the wrong way

Neon pulse in seven-eight

My heart skips just to compensate

Ordinary feels surreal

Tell me this is what is real

Neon pulse, soft and slow

City breathing undertow

Nothing special, nothing new

Why does it feel impossible to do?

Trains arrive a second off

Polite apologies, half a laugh

Screens reflect my quiet face

Floating in a borrowed space

Messages I never send

Circles drawn that never end

Every “fine” is pixel-thin

Something hums beneath the skin

Counting days that look the same

Different numbers, same old frame

If this rhythm is a sign

I’m already out of time

Neon pulse in seven-eight

Every move slightly offset

Normal days begin to bend

Like they’re not supposed to end

Neon pulse, gentle glitch

Life is flipping one small switch

Nothing breaks, nothing falls

Still it feels unnatural

If this calm is radical

If silence is unpractical

Then hold me in this borrowed pace

Let me stay a little misplaced

Neon pulse in seven-eight

Still awake, it’s getting late

Mundane lights begin to glow

Like secrets everybody knows

Neon pulse, everyday

Wrong somehow, but here I stay

If this world is out of tune

Let me hum along with you

Seven beats, then fade to blue

Nothing strange — except it’s true