The story
He drinks in a signal that never warms him.
He sits alone with a glowing screen and a bottle close by, chasing a voice through the blue light of Wi‑Fi while the room stays still around him. The connection flickers, the whiskey burns, and every ping only makes the emptiness louder as he keeps reaching for somebody on the other end.
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Lyrics
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