[Verse 1] Woke up in the wrong skin Teeth on the edge of a scream Sink in the mattress Sinking again Still replaying that scene You said “This is what you wanted” Echo cut straight through my chest All of these trophies in my closet Still can’t buy me rest [Pre-Chorus] Every mirror Keeps collecting lies I keep carving Perfect alibis If I disappear Would you feel the theft? I keep choking Just to taste my breath [Chorus] Breath I keep begging my body to breathe But the air won’t stay with me It just leaves It just leaves (oh) Breath Every inhale burns like regret Every exhale writing my debt I just need I just need my breath [Verse 2] Smile like a weapon on display Hands shake under the table Laugh at the jokes I never made Play the part till I’m unstable You trace halos on my wrists Say I’m closer than I think But I’m drowning in the twist Of every word we never speak [Pre-Chorus] Every promise Tastes like rust and dust You say “trust me” But I cracked that trust If I vanish Would you feel what’s left? I’m on empty But I fake each breath [Chorus] Breath I keep begging my body to breathe But the air won’t stay with me It just leaves It just leaves (yeah) Breath Every inhale burns like regret Every exhale writing my debt I just need I just need my breath [Bridge] Count to ten with my eyes closed Hear your voice in the undertow If this is growing Why’s it so small? Why do I feel nothing at all? (nothing) Pull me out or pull me apart Either way you’re holding my heart If I shatter Wear what’s left On your chest On your chest (hey) [Chorus] Breath I keep begging my body to breathe But the air won’t stay with me It just leaves It just leaves Breath Every inhale burns like regret Every exhale writing my debt I just need I just need my breath Breath If you take what’s under my ribs Promise me you’ll learn how to live ’Cause I gave Yeah I gave my breath

pop, Glitchy dark alt-pop with male vocals; verses ride a pulsing sub and sparse percussion, vocal slightly pitched and tuned for a surreal edge. Pre-chorus adds filtered arps and widening pads as tension grows. Chorus slams in with thick bass, sharp drums, stacked harmonies, and bright synth stabs; autotune leans harder on ad-libs. Bridge strips to intimate vocal and distant reverb swells before a final explosive hook., art pop, clean