[ Lyrics ]

Ramen at 2AM, voice notes full of dreams.

Yeah… voice notes full of dreams.

Slippers still wet from the bus stop run,
towel draped over the shower door — last night’s undone.
Microwave dings, I stir the broth with a spoon,
steam climbs the window, blurs out the moon.
Phone on record, I hum a line I can’t place —
something ‘bout missing home, something with grace.
I sing it twice, then delete it slow,
hope hums too quiet to ever grow.

Fridge kicks on, the only reply,
in this cave of takeout, under dimmed sky.
No one’s listening, but I still sing —
just to feel like I’m more than the takeout king.

Ramen at 2AM, steam on the glass,
dreams in the dark, but they’re not gonna last.
Voice notes full of lines I’m scared to release,
love letters to a life I’m still trying to reach.
 — layered, breathy, fading

Same hoodie for days, it smells like the diner
where they call me ‘hon’ but never remember my order.
I wrote a hook on a napkin, left it behind —
just ‘you left me like a rhyme undefined.’
Taped it to the mirror so I wouldn’t forget,
but it fell off this morning — another regret.
Still, I hum it low while the pot starts to boil,
like maybe if I sing it, the world will see I’m worth while.

Fridge hums back, like it knows the tune,
this tiny room where I’m out of sync with the noon.
But in the quiet, I’m not really alone —
I’ve got this chord, this smoke, this phone.

Maybe greatness ain’t the charts or the lights,
maybe greatness is staying up and fighting the night.
Maybe one day someone’s crying to this,
hunched over their own bowl, whispering, “I get it.”

And maybe that’s enough… yeah, maybe that’s enough.

Ramen at 2AM, steam on the glass,
dreams in the dark — but I’m not letting them pass.
Voice notes full of lines I’m scared to release,
love letters to a life I’m still trying to reach.
 — repeated, harmonized, lingering

Another bite… another line.
Another night I almost called it mine.

Voice notes full of dreams…