Lyrics:

You'll kiss someone
One Day
and it won't be me
no matter how

hard you try
to recreate
it's not my skin,
nor my face

You'll look around
it won't be me

You kept my songs
You wished me well
I'll think of you
But I'll never tell

Will I find relief
When you find someone,
to know at least
nothing like us

No matter what you try
to recreate

What was once
will linger on
you'll love again
but it won't be 
Us
it won't be us

Replica 333 {it won't be} demo

"Another Rainy Weekend"
 from the upcoming album
"Something's Gotta Grow"
from In The Womb Of The Universe

Another Rainy Weekend

I’m right here…
But you only see… the screen.
Hello? Hello?
Can you scroll… me?

I blinked three times — no notification,
You deep in some cat filter rotation.
I cooked you memes with heart-shaped buns,
But you just liked a reel with guns.

Wore that dress from your saved tab,
But you were lost in crypto chat.
I whispered dreams — you dropped your tone,
“Sorry babe, I left my charger at home.”

You got more tabs than love to show,
Can’t scroll me back once I go slow…
I need your eyes, not just your tone —
So tell me now…

Love me like your mobile phone —
Touch me first when you get home.
Ping me deep when you feel alone,
Swipe my soul, no airplane zone.

Charge me up when I feel drained,
Don’t mute my heart or leave it plain.
(You scroll all night, I’m flesh and bone…)
Love me like your mobile phone.

You read my texts like terms & rules,
But binge three seasons of dating fools.
Your screen-time high, your love low-batt,
We need a patch, babe — imagine that.

You flex those filters, follow stars,
But don’t know where my feelings are.
I’m not a link — I won’t refresh,
I need your love, not autocorrect.

You saw my reel, but missed my sigh…
I’m buffering here — you scrollin’ why?
No storage left for “us” to own…
Unless you love…

Love me like your mobile phone —
Hold me close, I’m yours alone.
Unlock my heart like facial scan,
And sync my soul to your data plan.

Don’t let our signal fade to gray,
Just press accept — don’t swipe away.
(You scroll all night, I sit unknown…)
Love me like your mobile phone.

Put me on your homescreen — just once.
Let me ring like truth, not stun.
Airplane mode? That’s not my plan.
I’m 5G real — not a hologram.

Love me like your mobile phone —
Plug me in when I feel low.
Text me loud, don’t ghost my tone —
Just love me real, don’t tap and go.

No passcode, no delay,
Just swipe my love and press OK.
(You scroll all night, I sit alone…)
Love me like your mobile phone.

...charge me up...
...don’t shut me down...
...I’m not an app…
…I’m around.

Love Me Like Your Mobile Phone

I liked your meme, you hearted mine,
Now we’re texting deep past bedtime.
You sent a frog with laser eyes —
I said “ILY,” you said “no lies.”

My screen time's high, my soul is fried,
But you still made me feel alive.
You said, “You vape?” I said, “Just air.”
We trauma-bonded on a chair.

You Facetuned me into a snack,
Still called me “mid” behind my back.
But girl, your voice on late-night call?
Sounds like a dolphin’s mating squall.

We’re dating through a cracked display,
But babe, I’d ghost the world for Tay.
You said “I’m sad,” I said “same here.”
We cuddle close, then disappear.

🎵 That’s the Zoomer Love — hits you like a kick from God above!
A glitchy kiss, a dopamine shove,
We swipe, we cry, we crash, we laugh —
Existential on each other’s behalf.

🎵 That’s the Zoomer Flame — pixel hearts and password names!
We fight, we vibe, we overshare,
Then post a reel like we don’t care.

Your Spotify’s a walking red flag,
But I still love your TikTok swag.
My heart’s on read, my brain’s on rice,
But dating you? Still kinda nice.

Your horoscope said “love beware,”
But I ignored it ‘cause—your hair.
We trauma-joked and overslept,
Missed all our dreams, but never wept.

Girl: Wait, do you even believe in love?
Boy: Only ironically.
Girl: Ugh, marry me.
Boy: After therapy?
Girl: Deal.
Both: LOL. 😂

🎵 That’s the Zoomer Love — like a glitch that fits the glove!
You call me cringe, I say “no cap,”
But you still snap me in your nap.

🎵 That’s the Gen-Z Curse — in a verse, and kinda worse!
We date through memes and subtle pain,
But I’d still kiss you in the rain.

Girl: If love’s a thread, we’re tangled right.
Boy: If hearts go viral — this feels right.
Both (echoing dreamily):
Zoomer love… Zoomer love…
We laugh, we scroll, we dream… enough. 💕

Zoomer Love

Yūforizumu-100bpm

Sun hits the glass and the sea hits my toes,
Barstool throne in my halfway pose.
Pineapple dreams in a plastic cup,
I said, “That’s enough” — then someone showed up.

She said, “You’re the vibe, can’t let you dry!”
I smiled weakly, said, “Alright, one Mai Tai.”
The DJ winked, the waves gave a clap —
One drink down and I fell in the trap…

🎵 Ok, let's have a drink — one more time —
But that's the last one — or the day won't end up fine.
You buy, I sigh, we toast, I lie —
This beach is cursed with a cocktail supply.

Barefoot bro walks in with shots,
“Hey man, you're legend, I heard lots!”
I nod like a meme, take the tiny glass,
Think of running — but the moment won’t pass.

Then a group of hens in neon pink,
“Take one with us, don’t even blink!”
I do, I blink, then sip again,
This day’s a loop — with juice and gin.

🎵 Ok, let's have a drink — one more time —
But that's the last one — or the day won't end up fine.
You laugh, I chug, you wink, I slide —
Through mango fog and a limbo guide.

Somewhere behind me — my towel waits...
But the bartender flirts and the moment inflates.
Am I living a dream or just slightly inclined?
To marry this beach and lose my mind?

Now the sun’s a peach and the sky’s a smile,
But my speech’s gone weird, like... beach-dialect style.
A grandma appears — “For my grandson’s sake!”
Hands me a daiquiri. Oh, give me a break.

I’m dancing now. With a guy named Steve.
He says, “I saw you once, last Christmas Eve!”
I try to flee — my legs say no —
Another round starts. And back we go.

🎵 Ok, let's have a drink — one more time —
But that's the last one — or the day won't end up fine.
You cheer, I gulp, this beach is wild —
I’ve aged five years since I last dialed.

🎵 Ok, let's have a drink — one more time —
Then bury me right by the salt and lime.
Each sip's a trap with a fruity disguise —
Tell my towel: I tried to rise.

Just one more... just one more...
But that's the last one... sure... for sure...

Let's Have a Drink

Rotherhithe, Rotherhithe —
like a person who is always right.
Tube delays? He says, “That’s life.”
Still packs tea bags for the fight.

Corduroy king in the concrete light,
Chain oil stain — yeah, that’s his type.
Draws maps of ferries that don’t exist,
"Urban vision," he insists.

Votes for benches, hates oat milk,
Speaks in sarcasm, smooth as silk.
He met a duck in ’96,
Never talks about it — but the trauma sticks.

Rotherhithe, Rotherhithe —
like a person who is always right.
Loves a queue and loathes good Wi-Fi,
blames the moon when he can't dance right.

Collects mugs from events that flopped,
Plays ska triangle — Skank Unstopp’d.
Thinks every Tesco has a soul,
Dreams of dial-up rock’n’roll.

Takes ghost tours just for fun,
Winks at pigeons one by one.
Yelp reviews in haiku form,
Finds heavy rain incredibly warm.

He wears a trench coat in July,
"Just in case the fog gets shy."
Brews tea in a diving suit,
Sings to bins. Calls it London Flute.

Rotherhithe, Rotherhithe —
half joke, half civic pride.
Wants love like river tide,
but ends up texting Southwark Side.

He’s weird.
He’s sweet.
He’s yours —
Until the Jubilee line arrives...
Or doesn’t.

Rotherhithe... signing off.

Rotherhithe

I booked a dream with ocean view,
A tiny moose said “Who are you?”
The beach was made of frozen fries,
The lifeguard waved with haunted eyes.

Smoothie bar was out of fruit,
They served me snow in bathing suit.
My sunscreen turned to mayonnaise,
Then rained confetti for three days.

And I said "wow," and I said "wait,"
A squirrel DJ spun my fate.
I tried to leave — the taxi flew,
Now I’m stuck in maple glue.

🎵 I’m too sick, I’m too sick,
I’m too sick for New Brunswick.
Bought a dream — it came with tricks,
Danced all night with moody ticks.
🎵 I’m too sick, I’m too slick,
Missed my flight, but learned to lick
Rain from leaves and chocolate bricks —
I’m a mess with tropic kicks.

Spa appointment in the woods,
Mud and crystals, smelled like moods.
I fell in love with a foggy guy,
His only word was “blueberry pie.”

Locals winked in Morse code blinks,
My shampoo said: “It’s you who stinks.”
The map dissolved, the road said “No,”
Now I surf on melted snow.

The postcard showed a tiki bar,
In real life — it’s a radar car.
The cocktails laughed, the moose came back,
Gave me sunburn and a snack.

🎵 I’m too sick, I’m too sick,
I’m too sick for New Brunswick.
My flip-flops spoke in politics,
The sky just played old synthy licks.
🎵 I’m too weird, I’m too quick,
Fell in love with a candlestick.
Now I write surrealistic scripts
On banana leaves with lipstick tips.

“Bonjour, madame — your aura’s jammed.”
“Too much vibe,” said a hologram.
My selfie winked and said goodbye…
I think I glitched in apple pie.

🎵 I’m too sick, I’m too sick,
I’m too sick for New Brunswick.
Let me float where flamingos pick
The chords that heal this tropic trip…
🎵 I’m too sick, and that’s my trick —
Can’t resist the maple kick.
If you see me on that cliff —
Just toss me one last cola sip.

Too Sick for New Brunswick

Saw your eyes across the glow,
Whispers danced in stereo.
One small word, and time stood still —
I said “hi,” and lost my will.

Thought it was just heat and skin,
But you were fire that burns within.
Not just the night, not just the touch —
Something rare, something too much.

🎵 If you ever fall again — let it be with a friend,
Someone who stays when the rhythm ends.
If you ever dive that deep — baby, make it true,
Let her heart beat the same way as you.
🎵 If you ever fall in love again — oh baby,
Don’t just chase the spark — feel the flame, maybe...

Told you I’d be the one you trust,
Through the echoes, dust to dust.
No lies, no leave, no ghost to fade —
Just you and me, and what we made.

I don’t know if I’m enough,
But I hold you soft, I hold you tough.
Every second that we share —
Is a silent fire hanging in the air.

🎵 If you ever fall again — let it burn from the soul,
Not just a game, not just a role.
If you ever fall that far — baby, let it show,
Make sure her love moves just like yours flows.
🎵 If you ever fall in love again — now baby,
Let it rise like dawn, not just maybe…

If You Ever Fall Again

„100% Geschmack. 0% Realität.“
Klick.
Sommer… schmeckt nach Plastik.

Ich lieg im Pool aus Limonade,
Selfie-Sonne, Fake-Fassade.
Glänze wie ne Werbewelt,
doch innen drin: bisschen zerschellt.

Strohhalmherz in meinem Drink,
Denk an dich – und kurz ich blink.
Du warst Cola, ich war Eis –
jetzt ist’s warm und keiner weiß.

🎵 Zucker, Baby – süß und leer,
Sag mir was, doch bitte nicht mehr.
Ich kauf das Glück im Sonderpreis,
doch krieg nur Blasen, nichts mit Eis.
🎵 Zucker, Baby – schmilz in mir,
Doch sei kein Werbeslogan-Tier.
Lieb mich echt, nicht auf Papier –
Oder geh und chill mit Bier.

Hab dein Herz im Snackregal
Zwischen Chips und „Love is real“.
Scan dich ein mit Barcode-Blick,
Doch die Kasse sagt: „Zurück!“

Palmblätter flüstern dein Profil,
Doch alles ist nur Werbespiel…
Ich will mehr als Zuckertraum –
Will barfuß sein in echtem Raum.

🎵 Zucker, Baby – süß und leer,
Sag mir was, doch bitte nicht mehr.
Ich war dein Spot, du mein Klischee –
Doch jetzt sag ich: „Ciao, adé!“
🎵 Zucker, Baby – schmelz in mir,
Aber keine Fake-Reklamier’.
Sommer kommt, ich bleib echt –
Mit Schweiß und Sand im rechten Licht.

„Zucker, Baby – der Geschmack der Desillusion.“

Zucker, Baby

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