Neon Ghosts (Of the FetLife Munch)

[bright trumpet bursts], [syncopated bassline], [shimmering tambourine]

Verse 1
[Soft brass swells under vocals]
We meet where the kinksters brunch, no chains, just lunch,
Laughin’ ‘bout memes, not whips—keep it hush-hush.
You’re sippin’ iced tea, I’m scribblin’ dumb jokes,
But your FetLife handle’s the one thing I choke…

[PRE-CHORUS: HORN STABS RISING]
(AI action: [punchy sax hits], [staccato trumpets])
You said, “I’m into rope,” I said, “Same, but I’m shy,”
Then the check arrived, and you waved goodbye…
Now I’m stuck with your first name, “Jen… maybe Gwen?”
And a napkin doodle of a… is that a hen?

[CHORUS: FULL BRASS EXPLOSION + BGV “OOHs”]
(AI action: [glittering horns crescendo], [soulful backup vocals])
Oh, we’re just coffee cups with no @ signs,
Mysteries in mundanity’s design.
IRL’s a tease, digital’s a ghost—
How do I slide into DMs when I don’t know your post?
Naa-na-na, brass blows my regret…
Should’ve asked your username while we split the check!

[VERSE 2: MUTED TRUMPET + GROOVY DRUMS]
(AI action: [wah-wah guitar], [sultry muted trumpet])
You wore a band tee (Depeche Mode, right?),
*I dropped my fork twice—clumsy meets polite.
We bonded ‘bout cats, not collars or cuffs,
Now I’m searchin’ “Jen who likes cats and stuff…”

[BRIDGE: BRASS BREAKDOWN + KEY CHANGE]
(AI action: [dramatic horn slides], [staccato claps])
Scrolling feeds at 2 AM,
Is that your eyebrow? Or just someone’s twin?
Munch magic fades like a diner’s neon glow…
Next time, I’ll scream, “YOUR @, THOUGH!” (But probably no.)

[OUTRO: BRASS FLOURISH + FADE-OUT]
(AI action: [joyous trumpet riff], [bassline walks down])
Munches are safe, munches are sly,
Real names haunt me like a VPN gone dry.
*But hey—maybe next week, I’ll bring a Sharpie pen…
Write my @ on my palm, and pray you’ll add me then.