Warped Memory

[Mood: fractured tension]

[Energy: Medium]

[Instrument: warped 2-step garage, sub bass, glass pads]

[Intro]

(ghost note rim clicks)

low pass on the chorus,

true notice in your name.

my hands are cold metal

before they touch the frame.

[Verse 1: Static On The Face]

I saved that corner of your face

in a low-res video file.

now every time I try to save it,

the pixels stretch and smile.

there is dust on the speaker grill,

smoke from my sleeve still warm.

you asked if I would keep the truth

or make it easier than this before.

my thumb smears through your collarbone

in a frame that will not hold.

I call it home, then lose the key;

the story bends and curls cold.

[Pre-Chorus]

the buffer hangs above us,

a line of blue and white.

i pull until the audio clips,

you drift out from my sight.

[Chorus: Memory Anchor]

Warped Memory,

smear across the glass.

Warped Memory,

time is moving backwards twice as fast.

You are there, then you bend,

echo in a corner room.

I call your name into the static

and find half of it turned to bloom.

[Verse 2: The Curling Edge]

you wore that ring with green stones,

the one with the chipped top.

now it slides through my pocket seam

like proof I let it drop.

the table lamp flickers yellow,

two seconds out of time.

(Vocal: whispered, desperate)

I keep your voice from skipping over

the part where you would stop.

some parts are too quiet, others flare;

the middle keeps to fray.

if i could stitch the split together,

i might forget this day.

[Pre-Chorus]

The buffer hangs above us,

both of us in doubt.

you laugh through a burst of static,

stretching thin as smoke clouds out.

[Chorus: Memory Anchor]

Warped Memory,

smear across the glass.

Warped Memory,

time is moving backwards twice as fast.

You are there, then you bend,

echo in a corner room.

I call your name into the silence

and find half of it turned to bloom.

[Bridge: Breakdown]

(Vocal: distant, breathy fragment)

somewhere you said stay;

somewhere I heard go.

now both versions circle

the same dead note below.

i stop trying to fix the file,

let the signal break and fall.

the paper curls around your mouth;

the memory takes it all.

(FX: warped piano decay into static)

[Outro]

one last frame sticks clear.

your coat, my hand, the stair.

saturation pulls away.

warped memory remains.