[Verse] Fingers tracing ink, the world slips away, Quiet corners hold the words I can’t say. Lines on this paper, not meant for a store— Whispers in margins, dreamscapes to explore. [Pre-Chorus] Every scribble’s a secret, fading like the light, Breathless moments caught between day and night. [Chorus] Write me on the back of a fading receipt, Lost in the rhythm where silence and heartbeat meet. Words fall like echoes, soft and discreet, Caught in the pulse of this endless repeat. [Verse] Neon flickers pulse through the sleepless haze, Drums in my chest keep the tempo ablaze. Ink bleeding stories no one else can see, A quiet confession beneath the city’s spree. [Pre-Chorus] Every scribble’s a secret, fading like the light, Breathless moments caught between day and night. [Chorus] Write me on the back of a fading receipt, Lost in the rhythm where silence and heartbeat meet. Words fall like echoes, soft and discreet, Caught in the pulse of this endless repeat. [Bridge] Floating on beats, where the night is alive, A poet’s confession that helps me survive. Fragile and fleeting, these lines in the dark, A shimmer of hope, a whisper, a spark. [Chorus] Write me on the back of a fading receipt, Lost in the rhythm where silence and heartbeat meet. Words fall like echoes, soft and discreet, Caught in the pulse of this endless repeat. [Outro] Lost in the rhythm where silence and heartbeat meet, Write me—write me—on the back of a fading receipt.