I don’t wanna be me, I wanna be the static in your screen,
the glitch you bless when no one’s looking.
I don’t wanna be me, I wanna be the rumor the moon deletes,
the breath you swear you never took.
Stitch my name out of the credits, let the sidewalk crack where I once stood;
trade these bones for neon noise, become the echo that forgets it could.
I don’t wanna be me—tonight I’m nobody, and nobody feels so good.