[Verse 1]
Quarter past midnight, the laptop's still humming,
eyes like two marbles left out in the sun.
Spreadsheet gone blurry, cursor keeps blinking,
I blink right back but the damage is done.
Ten hours deep since the morning coffee,
scrolling through nothing, just thumbs on glass.
Temple's throbbing like a kick drum pattern,
the kind that lingers long after it's passed.
Phone on the pillow still glowing at me,
a little blue ghost that won't let me sleep.
I shut my eyes and the screen's still printed
right on the back of my eyelids, burned in deep.
[Chorus]
Turn it down, turn it off, let the dark hold still,
some of the day don't need a screen to feel.
Turn it down, turn it off, let the dark hold still,
I can hear my way home, I don't need the light to feel.
[Verse 2]
So I flip a switch in my head, not the wall one,
start asking less of the glass in my hand.
Press a button, the album just plays now,
no glow required, just the drums and the band.
Say the city, it reads me the headlines,
calm little voice doing all of the squint.
Ask it for directions, it just tells me,
left on Fifth, past the diner, no hint of print.
Even the hour don't need me to look —
it speaks the time like a watch with a mouth.
Screen stays black in my pocket like a secret,
and my eyes finally get to look south, look down, look away, look out.
[Verse 3]
Morning comes easier, pillow not buzzing,
no notification lighting the room.
Coffee pot talks to me, tells me the weather,
I step outside without checking the moon.
Kid on the porch wants to show me a ladybug,
I crouch down low, both hands in the grass.
Didn't reach once for the phone in my pocket,
watched the whole moment instead of the glass.
Neighbor waves slow from across the driveway,
we talk a while, no buzz to compete.
Funny how quiet gets loud when you let it,
how much more a day holds when the day holds you, feet on the street.
[Bridge]
Still get the ache some nights, not gonna lie,
old habits glow soft and they pull at my eye.
No trick erases ten hours of stare,
but less of the looking means less to repair.
[Chorus]
Turn it down, turn it off, let the dark hold still,
some of the day don't need a screen to feel.
Turn it down, turn it off, let the dark hold still,
I can hear my way home, I don't need the light to feel.
[Chorus]
Turn it down, turn it off, let the dark hold still,
some of the day don't need a screen to feel.
Turn it down, turn it off, let the dark hold still,
I can hear my way home, I don't need the light to feel.