Original Song From Schedule 1 Jukebox "3. That Abandoned Feeling" prod. Kaesul.


LYRICS

Velvet rain on the ceiling fan,
Whispers in a language I don’t understand.
Paper towns fold into my hands,
And the mirror hums a song from a broken band.

Pavement’s soft like cotton snow,
Static on my skin when the lightbulbs glow.
Clocks breathe slow in the after-show,
And the trees outside forgot where to grow.

It’s that abandoned feeling, stitched into my bed,
Neon voices dancing where I lost my head.
Smiling with my eyes closed, bleeding out in blue,
Nothing makes sense, so everything feels true.

Clouds crawl in through the TV screen,
Tasted colors where my thoughts had been.
Chalk outlines of forgotten dreams,
Dancing in the glow of a vending machine.

Walls blink twice, then start to hum,
My shadow walks off just to chase the sun.
Echoes sleep where the numbers run,
And the hallway loops but never lets me come undone.

I found a postcard in my lungs,
Signed by a ghost with no tongue.
It read: “You were here before you knew,”
Under a sky that forgets to stay blue.

Velvet rain on the ceiling fan,
Whispers in a language I don’t understand.
Paper towns fold into my hands,
And the mirror hums a song from a broken band.

Pavement’s soft like cotton snow,
Static on my skin when the lightbulbs glow.
Clocks breathe slow in the after-show,
And the trees outside forgot where to grow.

It’s that abandoned feeling, stitched into my bed,
Neon voices dancing where I lost my head.
Smiling with my eyes closed, bleeding out in blue,
Nothing makes sense, so everything feels true.

Clouds crawl in through the TV screen,
Tasted colors where my thoughts had been.
Chalk outlines of forgotten dreams,
Dancing in the glow of a vending machine.


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