Club Mate at Three (Midnight Caffeinated Jam)

My entry for the MIDNIGHT CAFFEINATED JAM by @xxtankehxx

https://www.welovemusic.ai/playlists/midnight-caffeinated-jam-f0c285

my random style roll: Chiptune / 8-Bit x Polynesian Tribal Slap / Haka Beats

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intro

Clink.

Okay.

Just one sip, I said.

verse 1

Meant to stay awake

for one more mail.

One more thing.

Clear the table. Safe.

One more playlist.

One more take.

Then she’s there.

Cold. Brown. Serious.

Like she’s the solution

and not the invoice.

I crack her.

That little pff.

And the night says, quiet:

Here we go.

First sip.

Bit of herb. Bit of chaos.

Second sip.

Head goes bright.

Third sip

and I’m rearranging the cupboard

because it suddenly matters

to my entire life.

pre-chorus

Everyone says chill.

I would.

But the bottle’s grinning

like she knows the core

and has notes.

chorus

Club Mate at three

and I’m far too free.

Heart does click.

Head does light.

Sleep can wait

in the other room.

Club Mate at three.

Bro, this isn’t normal.

A small bolt in the gut

and suddenly

I can do the lot.

verse 2

Window’s getting lighter.

I’m still in the tunnel.

Sorting pictures.

Writing notes.

Feeling maximally useful

to nobody in particular.

Cups in the kitchen

like after some seminar

I didn’t attend.

I’m explaining my future strategy

to the fridge.

Seriously.

Phone buzzes.

“You asleep yet?”

I send “no lol”

and a photo of the bottle.

Music on.

A bit too loud.

A bit too clever.

Something pulls weather

through the room.

Somewhere between

“I’ll stop in a minute”

and “just this one thing”

the night

drives straight past me.

With style.

pre-chorus

I know this gets stupid.

I know it doesn’t stay clever.

And every time

I still think:

Come on.

One more GOES!

chorus

Club Mate at three

and I’m far too free.

Heart does click.

Head does light.

Sleep can wait

in the other room.

Club Mate at three.

Bro, this isn’t normal.

A small bolt in the gut

and suddenly

I can do it too.

instrumental

bridge

Morning.

I think, briefly:

Never again.

Really.

Not a chance.

Then I see the bottle

somewhere

and I’m immediately

modestly weak.

Neither proud.

Nor particularly clever.

Just honest.

final chorus

Club Mate at three

and I’m far too free.

Heart does click.

Head does light.

Sleep can wait

in the other room.

Club Mate at three.

Yeah. That’s fatal.

A small bolt in the gut

and I love it

unfortunately.

Club Mate at three.

My private bang.

Clink clink.

Night goes wide.

Tiredness

has taken the night off.

outro

Clink.

I say just one.

And don’t believe myself.