Funny how the stars still blink above the mall,
Funny how your ghost keeps texting “LOL”—no signal at all.
I’m dancing in the food court, wearing yesterday’s regret,
Bubble tea and heartbreak—both served too sweet, both unpaid debt.
Autotune the tear tracks, drop a beat on every lie,
If laughter’s the best medicine, why am I still high?
Swipe left on the moon, it’s posing like we’re friends—
Funny how the night ends, funnier if it never ends.