Martin hit up Daniel, asking why texts ain't blue
"Activate something, man, what you gotta do?"
Daniel jokes back with a tech-command spoof
"No luck," laughs Martin, "try a Google goof."
Check the settings, dive in deep
Chat features where secrets creep
Both admitting, hanging up was a race
Neither wanted a voice, just empty space
Blue text blues, in a digital fight
Messages cold in the dead of night
Brothers in arms forced by familial ties
Words flying fast, under digital skies
"I never wanted this call," Martin's confession
Daniel fires back with a harsh suppression
"Mom hated talking, pushed you off on me
Shared disdain, family's plea"
Revelations dropping like a bad connection
Every message strained, fraught with deflection
Talking 'bout money, Annica's naive play
Loaning to neighbors, debts they'll never repay
Blue text blues, in a digital fight
Messages cold in the dead of night
Brothers in arms forced by familial ties
Words flying fast, under digital skies
Now at the bank, Martin's checking the stacks
While Daniel in the garden, dodging attacks
Misunderstood sightings, mistaken identity
"Stop touching me!" echoes in absurdity
Plans to avoid each other, a silent truce
Hot dogs on the menu, peace to produce
Yet, in the shadows of the texted jest
Lies the weight of a family, unexpressed
Blue text blues, not just a glitch in the screen
It's the untold stories, the unseen
As the beats fade out, and the synths slow
Left wondering, where do these blue texts go?
Sins fade out, soft echo of a beat