Three vocalists layer poetic lines over moody music, opening with nightlife imagery of wasted city lights and empty faces. They repeat "I'm not missing you" while weaving metaphors about superficial connections and misunderstood symbols, building an atmospheric, hypnotic piece that blends emotional detachment with a yearning to be seen.
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Yeah, so take me on a trip, trip, trip now. Trip, trip, trip. Oh, I flick that switch, kill the lights. Oh, wasted city lights are shining so bright. All these empty faces, we don't care about them tonight. We're going out of ourselves, can you feel it? Almost like I don't know if it's real, 'cause when we're doing our thing, where the wheels Kill the lights.
I really like you. I'm not missing you. I'm not fooling myself. It's like you— I'd rather break my own thread like a needle and stitch you up just for you to tear it up again. I'm through.
I'm not, I'm not missing you.
I'm not, I'm not missing you.
I'm not, I'm not missing All you know is superficial. Some of it stays, some of it goes like a trend. You are a symbol of something no one ever will understand. I wish you could see yourself just like I do. Maybe you would know by now I really like you. I'm not missing you.
I'm not I fool myself just like you. I'd rather break my own thread like a needle and stitch you up just for you to tear it again. I'm through. I'm not, I'm not missing you. I'm not, I'm not missing you. I'm not, I'm not missing you.
I'm not, I'm not missing I wish you could see yourself just like I do. Maybe you would know by now I really like you. I'm not missing you. I'm not fooling myself just like you.
I'd rather break my own thread than needle stitch you up just for you to tear it up again. I'm through.
