[Verse 1] Coffee’s gone cold Ash in the sink Rust on the faucet Mold on the brink Calendar curling From a year I forgot I’m chewing on hours That sour on the spot
[Chorus] I keep coming back to the same old stain Same four walls Same hallway vein If this is growing up It comes undone I’m cracking like splinters in the sun
[Verse 2] Keys on the counter I still never leave Shoelaces knotted In knots I believe TV on static A talk show with ghosts I laugh at the punchlines Then blame all the hosts
[Chorus]
[Bridge] You said I’d feel different Once I “found my place” I found a crooked mirror Wearing my own face [low vocal register] I’m fine I’m fine [/low vocal register] Till someone asks me twice I live on swallowed words And chewed-up advice
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Style of Music
rock, Mid-tempo 90s grunge with male vocals: dry, slightly overdriven guitars panned wide, one clean arpeggiated line against a dirtier rhythm. Drums feel roomy and unhurried, kick and snare loose but heavy. Bass moves melodically under the chords, sometimes pushing against the vocal line. Verses stay hushed and claustrophobic; chorus widens with doubled vocals, subtle harmony, and more aggressive strums. Light tape saturation on the mix, vocal right in front, with occasional dissonant guitar embellishments at section turns., male vocals, grunge