Quiet Flames

{clean jangly electric guitar riff,

warm room

reverb, 125 BPM, key of D major} (sighs) {drums enter on a

rimshot groove} You posted up the photos by the pier

But I was sitting inside

Thinking how you never made it clear

That I was left behind

{rhythm section enters with driving eighth-note bassline} And now I'm outside the

front of your gate

Screaming at shadows of things that I hate

{guitars start to distort

slightly,

drums swell} I threw a punch and I missed by an inch

Why did I have to be the one to flinch?

Now everyone is looking at me

Like I'm the monster on their screen

(screaming) {cranked overdrive guitar chords,

heavy snare accent} Your brother had to pull me to the side

Asking what went wrong with my pride

I didn't mean to make a scene

Just wanted to be seen

And the worst part is I made it real

Every bad thing I was supposed to feel

(oh no) {feedback swelling,

guitars getting louder and chaotic} I threw a punch and I missed

by an inch

Why did I have to be the one to flinch?

Now everyone is looking at me

Like I'm the monster on their screen

{wall of overdriven

guitars, crashing crash cymbals} Just a boy in a quiet street

Staring down at his own feet

{guitars fade out to single acoustic

strum, tape hiss}