Stuck in an Elevator for 11 Hours with You【Megurine Luka Vocaloid Original Song】

Happy Easter, have a song that has nothing to do with Easter. The basic concept for this is almost a decade old at this point. But it very recently popped back into my head with the idea that it would pair well with a visual in a simplistic art style due to how zoomed out it has to be, and that the long title might spark people's curiosity. Shout out to my bestie who watched me screenshare drawing the art and partway through said "Wait, is Miku based on Hatsune Miku?" as if she were Dr. Doofenshmirtz seeing Perry the Platypus put on his fedora except with what she assumed was an OC of mine with an oddly familiar name 🤭 Lyrics, music, mix, art, video by Rowan-P/Erin McCartney Vocals created using MEGURINE LUKA 4X ENGLISH SOFT and backing vocals with Synthesizer V AI Megpoid Lyrics: The two essentials for a healthy relationship are trust and communication We've been failing on both fronts I fear nothing can save it Save for maybe fate's heel-face turn intervening like a fanfic Can't a girl just fantasize about what in real life makes me panic It's near impossible to reconjoin Because at this point There's so much baggage to unpack There's no room left for what's inside We'd have to throw it in the trash To get a wink of sleep tonight And dream of what we might have done If the bed stayed occupied Like sit in silence on the luggage Til the morning light We might only voice our thoughts if somehow kismet forced us to I'd have to be stuck in an elevator for eleven hours with you For us to even have the slightest sliver of a chance At decoding this interpretive dance We'd be at our friend's apartment Getting there at the same time I'm afraid of elevators But it's too many flights to climb So we get in and it malfunctions Halfway up and then we're stuck Wouldn't that be just our luck I'd ask you to distract me Hold my hand so I don't panic And as the hours pass We'd both get more manic Running out of topics til there's only one left The details of our dynamic's slow painful death Mapping out the timeline now with two sides and the truth Making sense of cryptic clues and years of wasted youth Confessions of feelings and of sins The final start of fixing just how foolish we've been Then I hear the ring of when we reach our friend's floor And snap out of my daydream and step through the open doors It's just our luck That we wouldn't get stuck We've got important things to do and no time to waste On talking through such silly things and acting so unchaste I guess I'll never understand And we won't walk in hand in hand Armed with knowledge of which parts of our troubled past are true All because I didn't get stuck in an elevator for eleven hours with you