Every breath you take, every dusk you break,
I’ll be the echo in the hallway, the frost on your screen.
Every step you make, every vow you fake,
I’m the alternate mix, the skipped beat you’ve never seen.
In the static between stations, I wait,
a slower tempo of ache, bassline of unfinished fate.
Turn the tape, hear the hiss—my whispered refrain—
every breath you take still spells my name.