[Verse 1] Got your name on my screen Five cold letters that I read too slow G-I-M-S-E I mouth it quiet as the traffic rolls Notebook open on the table But all I’m drawing is your face in the margins
[Chorus] GIMSE Say it like a secret GIMSE Spill it on my tongue GIMSE Every little heartbeat Spells you out Spells you out GIMSE
[Verse 2] We were killing time at midnight Sharing fries Making kingdoms out of napkins You laughed I forgot Every stupid heavy thing that happened Took a photo of the ketchup crown You wrote “remember” in the corner All in caps
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[Bridge] Maybe it’s nothing Maybe it’s everything Five stray letters that you tossed my way I keep them spinning in my pocket Til the edges fade But they still sound the same
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Musikstyle
Hazy indie-pop with a lazy swing groove, springy bass, and jangly guitars. Male vocals, close and conversational in the verses; choruses bloom with stacked harmonies and a washed-out synth pad. Light percussion, dry snare, and a little reverb on the hook to make the title chant feel like a crowd singalong.