Thermal Paper Ghost

[Intro]
[Verse]
Vinyl seats are sticking to my skin
Where the hell have I even been?
Two a.m. and the neon's bleeding red
Static noises screaming in my head
I’m vibrating like a broken wire
Set the digital world on fire
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't need a filtered view
Of everything I put you through
Just give me the thermal print
Of every single cent I spent
[Chorus]
(Call) It’s just a scrap!
(Response) It’s all I got!
(Call) Fading out!
(Response) In the parking lot!
(Call) Keep the change!
(Response) Keep the lies!
(Call) Look at the ink!
(Response) Before it dies!
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah the ink is dying
And I’m not even crying
Just a pocket full of ghosts
Better than your social posts
[Verse]
Stuffed inside my denim jacket sleeve
Evidence of when I chose to leave
Eighty-seven octane on the floor
I’m always coming back for more
My pockets are bulging with the past
Nothing this cheap was meant to last
[Hook]
Crumple it up
Fill the cup
Burn the feed
This is all I need
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't need a filtered view
Of everything I put you through
Just give me the thermal print
Of every single cent I spent
[Chorus]
(Call) It’s just a scrap!
(Response) It’s all I got!
(Call) Fading out!
(Response) In the parking lot!
(Call) Keep the change!
(Response) Keep the lies!
(Call) Look at the ink!
(Response) Before it dies!
[Bridge]
Post a picture, get a like
Take a hike on a digital spike
But this paper’s got a smell
Of a very specific highway hell
It’s realer than your timeline
It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine!
I’m hoarding every crumpled mile
Throw the phone on the trash pile
[Solo]
[Verse]
The ink is turning into gray
Like the things I didn't say
I remember the grease on the fries
And the look in the cashier's eyes
No cloud storage for this soul
Just a receipt to make me whole
[Chorus]
(Call) It’s just a scrap!
(Response) It’s all I got!
(Call) Fading out!
(Response) In the parking lot!
(Call) Keep the change!
(Response) Keep the lies!
(Call) Look at the ink!
(Response) Before it dies!
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah the ink is dying
And I’m not even crying
Just a pocket full of ghosts
Better than your social posts
[Breakdown]
(Slower, heavy bass)
I’m just a collector
Of a fading sector
(Drums build fast)
One more stop!
One more drop!
[Chorus]
(Call) It’s just a scrap!
(Response) It’s all I got!
(Call) Fading out!
(Response) In the parking lot!
(Call) Keep the change!
(Response) Keep the lies!
(Call) Look at the ink!
(Response) Before it dies!
[Outro]