floating

[Instrumental Intro] [Slow Phased Synth Pad] [Distant Clock Ticking] [Soft CRT Hum] [Sub Bass Slowly Awakens] [Verse 1] Honestly the clock's been running behind since March and I never bothered. Dust. Wallpaper the colour of cold tea, and nothing in here looks back at me. Through the wall a TV's going (a laugh track, a whole evening I can't make out). I pull my face on like a coat. Kinda gotta, every morning. A face on loan. [Pre-Chorus] [Gated Drums Enter] [Vocoder Harmony Rising] Thumb on the switch, kinda holding my breath. The tube coughs. Catches. Hums. One green line crawls up out of the black, real gradual, into the phosphor, and now the whole room's made of glass. Fan spins up. [Chorus] [Full Beat Drop] Tube goes blue. The day just kinda thins out, and nah, I don't fight it. No glass to catch my face. Nobody waiting up. Just the cursor, and the fan. My handle sits up at the head of the screen, which honestly is the nicest anybody's called me in a long while. Blue. About as close to home as this goes, I guess. [Verse 2] There's a city in there I walk around and it isn't even real. Blocky drizzle. A spot to sit and rest. A stair that only climbs back to the same tower. God, ten of them, gone like that. They go it's nothing, it's pixels, it's a SCREEN. Realest street I've walked down in a while though. That warm buzz under my hand beats whatever the afternoon had planned. [Bridge] [Drums Fade Away] [Sweeping Analog Lead] [Ethereal Vocoder Choir] Dead-air hiss. Snow. Whatever I was, set it down. Shoes off. Leave the day. Leave whatever they keep calling out there. Just the blue. I stay. [Final Chorus] [Massive Analog Pads] Tube goes blue and the morning kinda stalls out. Nothing out there reaches a hand through these walls, honestly. Every hour I ever borrowed turns to mine. Whole room buzzing down one blue line. Glass goes deep. I drop right in. Nearest thing to air I've got. Blue. The code. As much like home as it comes. [Outro] [Low-Pass Filter Slowly Closes] The clock comes back alone. Blue goes grey. Screen goes stone. Morning finds me on the floor, counting down, to night. Anyway. [Fade Out]