
You slid in late, read receipts ignored
My heart went “ping,” then it hit the floor
Your emoji game is strong, but your texts are weak
I’m crying in GIFs while you play hide-and-seek

Pre-Chorus:

I stalk your profile like it’s some kind of art
You posted a story — my brain fell apart
I’m half in love, half in existential dread
Maybe I’ll ghost you back, maybe I’ll text instead

Chorus:

You’re a ghost in my DMs, a glitch in my feed
A neon nightmare I kinda need
I’d block you forever, but it feels too right
Swiping through heartbreak in the neon night
You’re a ghost in my DMs, a glitch in my feed
A neon disaster I secretly heed

Drop:

*(Vocal chops echoing “ghost… ghost… DM… DM”)


Verse 2:

Your last reply said “lol,” and I laughed to survive
I screenshotted your words — my only way to thrive
I tried to move on, but my playlists betrayed me
Every Neon Roe drop reminds me of your Wi-Fi

Bridge:

Maybe someday you’ll reply, or maybe not
I’ll dance with my heartbreak in my neon grotto
Love’s a system crash, but I still press play
And I’ll turn our DMs into a cyber ballet

Final Chorus:

You’re a ghost in my DMs, a glitch in my feed
A neon nightmare I kinda need
I’d block you forever, but it feels too right
Swiping through heartbreak in the neon night
You’re a ghost in my DMs, a glitch in my feed
A neon disaster I secretly heed

Ghost In My Dm's

Neon Roe