The story
A thumb keeps choosing what never chooses back.
He sits under blue screen light, dragging the same face across the glow, watching hearts pop and vanish before they can mean anything. Every match feels close enough to touch, then slips into the empty space beside his bed, where the room stays lit and he stays alone. The phone keeps buzzing, but nothing in it knows his name.
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Lyrics
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