[Intro]
(Soft pluck; trap hi‑hats tick like a slowing metronome)
(Whispered, breathy) you know you're right—
(hollow autotune ad‑lib: ahh)
[Verse 1]
Fluorescent halo over a motel sink, cigarette ash on my sleeve,
Polaroid corners curl like the notes I never learned to leave.
Your name on my tongue tastes like battery acid and song‑rumors,
I press my palm to the glass where the skyline ghosts the rumors.
Short sentences, late texts—I read them twice like scripture,
My hoodie smells like your perfume and the night I let you fixture.
Snap the amp on low, let the chorus breathe before it bites,
Trap hats tick: heart in time; I count the small betrayals at night. (yeah)
[Pre‑Chorus]
Quiet grows heavy, then the cords pull taut,
I trade breath for volume—soft to loud, a single thought.
Static whispers tighten, a bright cord cuts the dark,
I lift my voice like an apology and shove it through the spark.
[Chorus]
You know you're right—this crooked truth keeps sticking in my chest,
Guitar claws at the air; the chorus roars and won't let rest.
Neon cracks like stained glass when we both refuse to sleep,
You know you're right—I'm awake in all the promises you keep. (ahh)
[Verse 2]
Autotune on a confession that I barely even meant to say,
Your laugh in the voicemail folds into a filter and fades gray.
Cobain hiss under the snare—dirty chords bite like winter teeth,
I trade my shame for melody and let it walk across the reef.
Short couplets, close and honest—I'm small in my own waves,
Your lipstick on the coffee rim is all the map I crave.
Hi‑hats skitter like small crimes, my jaw clenched at the bar,
I scribble cigarette maps on receipts and keep the scars. (yeah)
[Pre‑Chorus]
The quiet bulks and then it snaps, a lightning in my chest,
Soft breath becomes a howl; my chest a cavern of unrest.
I fold the silence into notes, stitch riffs where I used to lie,
A whisper grows a chorus—then the chorus learns to cry.
[Chorus]
You know you're right—this crooked truth keeps sticking in my chest,
Guitar claws at the air; the chorus roars and won't let rest.
Neon cracks like stained glass when we both refuse to sleep,
You know you're right—I'm awake in all the promises you keep. (ahh)
[Instrumental — Guitar Break]
(Crunchy, rising; clean arpeggio into saturated distortion)
(Trap beat stripped back, then slams; lead guitar screams, slides, then weeps)
[Bridge]
(Whispered then building)
Screaming in a pillow—soft like confession,
I tear down my teeth and hand you the impression.
(Shift to raw) I hammered all your pictures into the amp, I fed them to the light,
You taught me how to ruin love; I learned to do it right.
(Shout, raw edge) Don't let me be gentle—let the chorus wreck the night,
(Whisper) I keep the voicemail under my tongue, it tastes like midnight. (ahh)
[Chorus — Final, Huge]
You know you're right—this crooked truth keeps burning in the bone,
Guitars like sirens, heavy drums pound the hollow home.
Neon fractures, mirrors fall; the motel key slides off
