The Bins Go Out
lo-fi bedroom pop, tape hiss, soft drums · female vocal · slow · 3:00
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Verse
Blue light on the ceiling fan
Counting hours since it began
Empty cans and a heavy head
While the neighborhood is in bed
Tuesday rhythm, slow and deep
Losing track of all my sleep
Chorus
Two a.m. and the bins go out
Quiet streets and a lonely doubt
Tape hiss humming in my ear
The world is gone but I’m still here
Just a ghost in a bedroom glow
Watching the Tuesday shadows grow
Verse
Plastic wheels on the gravel drive
Keeping the midnight pulse alive
A distant rattle, a sudden sound
Echoes through the sleeping town
Coffee cold in a ceramic cup
Waiting for the sun to wake me up
Chorus
Two a.m. and the bins go out
Quiet streets and a lonely doubt
Tape hiss humming in my ear
The world is gone but I’m still here
Just a ghost in a bedroom glow
Watching the Tuesday shadows grow
Bridge
Lo-fi dreams in a hazy haze
Lost inside this temporal maze
The clock is ticking, soft and low
Nowhere left for me to go
Chorus
Two a.m. and the bins go out
Quiet streets and a lonely doubt
Tape hiss humming in my ear
The world is gone but I’m still here
Just a ghost in a bedroom glow
Watching the Tuesday shadows grow
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