Alone in this room, neon flickers like your ghost,
I scroll through our old highs, double-tap to overdose.
Cat-eye liner running, forming rivers on the satin,
Heartbeat auto-tuned, still dancing in the static.
I purr to the mirror, but the echo bites back colder,
Your name a tattoo lingering on the tempo of my shoulder.
Bass drops like promises shattering across the floor,
I’m a queen with no crown, just claws and metaphors.
Need you in my bloodstream, streaming straight to vapor,
Left me on read, but the memories stay on paper.
So I remix the silence, let the reverb keep me warm—
Doja in the dark, still scratching up your form.