The story
Love gets cut open in bright little digital wounds.
She moves through the glow of a phone screen, every swipe and tap leaving a cleaner break than a goodbye ever could. Notifications keep coming, but they only light up the bruise where trust used to be, and she watches the heart she handed over turn into something handled, copied, and stolen.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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