Another night, the city breathes in neon sighs,
I chase your echo down these endless avenues.
Empty hands remember how your fingers fit,
But memory’s a ghost that never quite exhales.
Beat drops like rain on glass, each pulse a prayer—
Turn the bass up till the ache forgets its name.
I dance with shadows wearing your perfume,
Spinning constellations out of what we lost.
Another night, another sky on fire,
I scream your silence to the spinning stars.
If love’s a record, let it skip forever,
I’ll live inside the glitch where you still sing.