Lyric

Clock on the wall’s in a staring contest

Same three ads on the subway, all nonsense

Gray sky hanging like a loading screen

Same old block, same worn routine

But I tag the clouds with neon names

Turn crosswalk stripes into video games

I put a laugh track under my mistakes

Spin my worries like vinyl breaks

Zoom in, zoom out, change the lens I’m looking through

We’re an inside joke with the universe

Turning every curse to a clever verse

When the world falls flat like a bad punchline

We rewrite the setup, steal back the time

If the script’s no fun, we improvise

We’re the glitch in the grid, putting stars in its eyes

Same café cup, same misspelled name

Barista says it like a running gag in a play

Rain on the glass plays Morse-code beats

Random dogs become the royal fleet

I put a laugh track under my mistakes

Turn my “too late” into “perfect breaks”

We’re an inside joke with the universe

Turning every curse to a clever verse

When the world falls flat like a bad punchline

We rewrite the setup, steal back the time

Maybe this world’s just grayscale ink

Till your heart decides the color it drinks

We’re an inside joke with the universe

Turning every curse to a clever verse

If the script’s no fun, we improvise

We’re the glitch in the grid, putting stars in its eyes