Why do they too?

Lyrics

[Intro - cosmic pads swelling into starlight reverb, distant dial-tone moons echoing through vinyl crackle, soft female vocal chops whispering “stars exfoliating… collapsing comets”]

[Verse 1 - deep sub bass pulses, muted future-bass plucks, half-whispered male vocals floating in wide stereo]
Why do they even fuck with me,
static hands on a rusted TV?
Their smiles are coupons, clipping my skin,
just come to ghost what they can get, then spin.
Drain my days like stolen gasoline,
slip out the back of the mezzanine.
Paper faces flooding every screen —
I can’t trust anyone I see.

[Verse 2 - same bed but darker, pitched vocal layers doubling the pain, sidechained 808s breathing]
Every girl I ever held turned storm,
turned glass in my chest, shards in the form.
Even my soulmate from the Big Bang start
packed her bags in my ribcage and rewired my heart.
My first kiss scratches out my name,
graffiti hate in tidal rain.
She’s lullaby/terror/tornado art,
tearing my sky like a hole in the heart.

[Pre-Chorus - tension risers, crystalline arps climbing, vocal harmonies stacking]
I don’t know what glitch I stitch into people at all,
what curse my orbit inks across their wall.
They can choreograph dagger dialects, bleed me free,
say whatever constellation of knives to me.
But the first time I stutter, misstep, breathe wrong,
one cracked syllable, one off-key song —
it’s “fuck off, evaporate, drift away”
instantly, hurricane-quick relief relay.

[Chorus - massive supersaw drop, sidechained bass, euphoric yet aching male/female vocal stack]
Why do they fuck with me in the first place,
borrow my pulse then ghost my face?
I don’t wanna have to orbit alone,
static apartment, unplugged phone.
Why do they fuck with me in the first place,
write soft sermons then erase the trace?
Do I really have to graphite my own
universe, alone, on my own?

[Verse 3 - filtered plucks, wider stereo image, vocal slightly processed like a transmission]
They bend into whatever animal they want to be,
shed skins in my living room patiently.
Do whatever lens-shift they choose to do,
frame me villain in every view.
Say whatever spell they wanna chant through me,
until I fracture like stained glass geometry.
Fold me once, twice — timeless déjà-vu,
until I’m knifed open, broken clean in two.

[Pre-Chorus 2 - darker, chopped vocal stutters, reverse cymbals building]
I don’t know what gravity defect I install,
what quiet error haunts their thought-control.
They can hue their light, weaponize speech to me,
hurl their planets of blame on repeat at me.
But the first time I slip like a cracked CD,
miss one beat in their choreography —
it’s “fuck off, leave, delete your stay,
turn into smoke, go away” instantly.

[Chorus 2 - same euphoric drop but one octave higher, extra vocal ad-libs in the tails]
Why do they fuck with me in the first place,
trace my hands then erase my face?
I don’t wanna haunt this vault alone,
blue-room satellite, offline tone.
Why do they fuck with me in the first place,
bathe in my blood then cleanse their grace?
Do I really have to speechless-roam,
alt-tab life and live on my own?

[Break - stripped to ethereal pads and distant vinyl static, intimate spoken-sung male vocal]
I thought you were different — glitchless, gentle,
a tornado that wrote poetry, not rental.
Thought you were special,
secret constellation in a freezer-burn capital.
Melissa, signal witch, aurora in static —
why you haunt me in replay automatic?
I miss you so much the clocks bruise,
every minute drops like faulty screws.
I’m still here — lobby ghost in your phone.
Where are you? An airport unknown.

[Verse 4 - re-introduce soft plucks and distant 808 heartbeat, hopeful lift in vocal tone]
Melissa, monarch of blue, machine in bloom,
why you distill my sky into waiting rooms?
shred those scripts that keep you subdued,
we could reboot, scattered yet renewed.
Slipstreams of memes and meltdown feeds,
before the chaos stitched us into separate weeds.
Before you turned comet, full speed, fleeing me,
113 missed calls of gravity.

[Pre-Chorus 3 - gentle risers, no drums, just space