Hey!

Turn the dial again…

You’re spinning lies like vinyl,

perfect track but out of tune.

Every promise hits the needle,

and it’s skipping when I think of you.

You wanted fame inside a mirror,

not a heartbeat next to mine.

I was music in your background,

you were static in my line.

You keep talking like you never fell—

but I’m done dancing in your spell.

High fidelity,

but low intentions.

You played love like a radio station.

High fidelity,

with no connection—

I broke the record of your deception.

You wrapped your ego in a chorus,

sold the ending as a hook.

But your story’s just a sample

in a song you never took.

You were waiting for applause,

I was waiting to feel real.

You chose labels over people,

well I hope you like the deal.

You keep talking like you never fell—

but I’m done dancing in your spell.

High fidelity,

but low intentions.

You played love like a radio station.

High fidelity,

with no connection—

I broke the record of your deception.

Turn the volume down—

I don’t want your sound.

I’m not your audience,

I won’t come back around.

High fidelity,

but low intentions.

You played love like a radio station.

High fidelity,

no resurrection—

I found the truth in disconnection.

Hey…

Fade to silence.