HAZY (Prod. A.G.O)

It smells like electricity and rain. The air vibrates, as if someone had turned on a flashlight right in my chest - and now the light is breaking through my ribs. Everything seems quiet, but inside a strange, dizzying vortex is spinning: is it love, or interference on the line? The voice is like a whisper at arm's length: close, but out of reach. It seems someone just forgot to turn off their feelings - and they're now playing in the background while everyone else pretends nothing is happening. A slightly intoxicated, slightly lost track where every "something about you" sounds less like a confession and more like a diagnosis. And it seems like all of this has already happened, but for some reason, every time it's again - as if my heart pressed "repeat."