Last Night, I Met Myself

[Intro: A distant, warbled piano plays a simple, repeating motif. A faint humming sound, like a radio just out of range.]
[Spoken, hushed, almost unsure.]
"I swear I saw him.
Or maybe I was just seeing through myself."

[A slow, echoing drumbeat starts, like footsteps in an empty street.]

[Verse 1: Soft, breathy vocals, subtle guitar swells in the background.]
Last night, I met myself,
Standing in the neon glow.
He looked just like me, but older,
Like he’d seen things I should know.

I asked him, "Do you remember?"
He only smiled and shook his head.
"Some things are better left unanswered,"
Was the only thing he said.

[A deep, reverberating synth note swells, then fades.]

[Pre-Chorus: Harmonies build gently, the melody climbing but hesitant. The vocals start to stretch, subtly warping.]
I watched him flicker… flicker… fade and bend… [slight warping, delay]
Like a photograph left out in the rain.
I tried to reach—he stepped away,
But somehow I could feel his pain… [last word echoes, fading into whispers]

[Chorus: Haunting and emotional, vocal layers swell as the chords shift beneath.]
Was he a ghost, a past regret?
A thought I left out in the cold?
Or just a dream that drifted loose,
Too weightless to hold?

[A quiet chime rings once, then vanishes.]

[Verse 2: Slightly more urgent, the drums tighten, guitar arpeggios shimmer.]
He asked me, "Did you waste your time?"
And suddenly, my hands felt tied.
I laughed and said, "No, of course not."
But I think we both knew I had lied.

The wind picked up, the city blurred,
The streetlights hummed an exit tune.
He gave a nod like, "That’s enough now."
And then he walked into the moon.

[A swell of synth pads like a deep sigh, then silence.]

[Pre-Chorus: The music becomes hazier, the edges of reality softening, vocals fading in and out.]
I watched him flicker… flicker… fade and bend…
Like a memory folding in on itself.
A mirror cracked, a voice unheard,
A version of me I left on the shelf.

[Chorus: Bigger and more emotional, raw vocals break through the haze.]
Was he a ghost, a past regret?
A thought I left out in the cold?
Or just a dream that drifted loose,
Too weightless to hold?

[A sudden silence, then a deep breath—like waking up from a dream.]

[Bridge: Instrumental section—piano chords echo, a distant voice whispers unintelligibly. The music briefly plays in reverse, like time rewinding but failing.]

[Spoken, distant, almost pleading.]
"Wait… wait…"

[The drums return, heavier, pulling into the final chorus.]

[Final Chorus: The biggest moment—vocals strain with emotion, everything swells.]
Was he a ghost, a past regret?
A thought I left out in the cold?
Or just a dream that drifted loose,
Too weightless to ho-o-o-old… [stretches endlessly, fading into soft static]

[Outro: Only the sound of footsteps, then… nothing.]
[Spoken, quietly, almost to himself.]
"I think I’ve met him before."

[A soft piano note lingers, then fades to complete silence.]