Burnt Coil

Lyrics

[Intro]
The last metallic click.
The little green light, just for a second.
Then nothing.

[Verse 1]
Just a little room of polypropylene.
A laser-etched batch code I can't even read.
Inside you, the nichrome wire, 0.6 ohms of promise, wrapped in clean, silica-free cotton.
You were full once.
Full of synthetic mint and a chemical lie.

[Chorus]
But the heart of you is a burnt coil.
The taste of scorched thread and hot metal.
A closed box from Adam Bowen.
An elegant trap from James Monsees.
Designed to die.
Designed to be replaced.

[Verse 2]
I felt you giving up around puff one-ninety-eight.
The sweetness turned to ash.
The little vacuum inside you, pulling your own walls in after the last draw.
A tiny, quiet implosion.
That Reddit hack from 2016 never stood a chance against the ultrasonic weld.

[Chorus]
Because the heart of you is a burnt coil.
The taste of scorched thread and hot plastic.
A closed box from Adam Bowen.
An elegant trap from James Monsees.
Designed to die.
Designed to be replaced.

[Bridge]
It’s 11:47 p.m. again in my memory.
The car is cold.
And the smell of you is still on my fingers, hours later.
Acrid.
Final.
A ghost of a flavor.

[Outro]
You can't be refilled.
You can't be reborn.
Just a burnt coil in a plastic tomb.
A little death I paid for.