Broken Bars

{subdued melancholy electric piano chords} {vinyl crackle and distant rain ambience} {slow

spoken introduction} Yo... sometimes you just gotta let the tape roll.

No hooks on this one.

Just real talk.

{drum roll snare fill} I saw the pictures on your timeline,

you look different now Like you forgot the days we lived inside

a cloud Of promises we made but never got to keep Now

I'm just staring at the ceiling,

I can't sleep

Remember when we used to drive until the gas ran dry?

No destination, just the canvas of an open sky Now you're a

stranger with a key to my apartment door And I'm just pacing

on this empty hardwood floor

You left a note on the table,

it was written in blue A single sentence saying you had found

somebody new And all the colors in the room just faded into

grey I didn't even have the words to ask for you to

stay (damn) {scratched vocal sample of a sigh} We built a kingdom

on a foundation of sand Now I'm just holding onto ashes in

my open hand Every memory is heavy like a ton of lead

Replaying everything you ever,

ever said

(yeah) {beat begins to filter out,

leaving only the piano} It's crazy how a couple months can change

a whole life From planning futures to just cutting with a butter

knife No clean breaks,

just a jagged little tear

I smell your perfume but there's no one standing there

Just a ghost in the hallway of what we used to be

I hope you're happy,

even if it's not with me

{sudden silence} {tape stop sound

effect} {tempo accelerates dramatically} {dark

heavy sub-bass drone enters}

{fast ticking trap hi-hats start rolling} {melancholy bell melody repeating} {vocal ad-lib:

"Wait, switch it up"} {heavy 808 kick drops

with aggressive slide} Now I'm in the studio turning my pain into

a weapon Every single track I write is like a lessons-learned confession

You wanted comfort but you couldn't stand the pressure cooker Now you're

looking back but I am never looking,

never looker I put the pedal to the floor and let the

engine roar I don't even know what we were fighting for (no

more!) {fast double-time rap delivery} You wanted glamour,

wanted things I couldn't buy yet Now I'm flying solo on a

different kind of high jet No room for baggage when you're climbing

up the altitude I traded sadness for a hardened state of attitude

(yeah!) They say that time heals wounds but it just leaves a

scar I see your shadow every time I'm staring at the stars

But I won't call you,

I won't write another broken verse I let the beat run out

and put this feeling in a hearse

{drums cut out leaving only the bell melody and fading 808 sub-bass}

{vocal delivery becomes slower,

fading into echo} Yeah...

no hooks needed for this.

Just the truth.

It's over now. {reverb tails wash out to silence}