Strings And Scars

{plucky math-rock guitar riff} {tight driving

indie-pop drum fill} (one,

two, three, four) {bass enters lock-step with kick} Bella walked in thinking

she's the queen

Big talk, same old recycled scene

Harry used to think for himself,

no doubt

Now you're writing every word that comes out

{guitars drop to clean rhythmic palm-muting} Bella,

you're all hype, no class Turning good mates into your little cast

Harry used to shine,

now he's playing your part

Looks like you borrowed his spine and his heart {guitars swell with

light overdrive} {drum pattern builds intensity}

You call it love,

but everyone can see He's not himself—that's the tragedy You love attention,

love the spotlight glow But real respect's something you'll never know (ooh-ooh-ooh)

{fully open overdriven guitars

burst in} {crashing crash cymbals}

Changed his laugh, changed his style

Just to keep you happy for a little while You can keep

the version you've remade

Built on drama that'll eventually fade

{guitars dial back to funky clean rhythm} {bass takes a groovy melodic

lead} Real ones don't need strings to pull

A puppet's only useful while the show's still full

{half-time drum feel}

{spacey ambient guitar feedback} (no strings to

pull)

So take a bow if that's your game

Chasing clout instead of a name We'll remember Harry from back in

the day

Before Bella came and pulled him away

{rhythm

guitars

fade to single strum} {solo melancholy fingerpicked guitar} (pulled him away)