Echo in Your Hands

[Verse 1]
You talk to the walls like I’m still there
Pour two cups of coffee
Then drink from one in a cold kitchen chair
You keep my coat on the hook by the door
Like I might rush in
Out of breath
Like it’s still year four
[Pre-Chorus]
Every frame on your shelf
Feels like a spell that you won’t break
You trace my name with your thumb
Till the letters start to fade
[Chorus]
I’m nothing more than an echo
You’re holding on to my shadow
The smoke is still clinging to your hair
But I’m not there
I’m not there
I don’t want to haunt you anymore
Let me fall through the cracks in your floor
You can leave what we were on the other side
Close the door
Close the door
[Verse 2]
You sleep with the light on
Halfway dressed
Scroll through our messages
Like you’re searching for a different ending in the text
My sweater still folded
Untouched on your bed
You breathe it in
Then cough it out
Like a ghost in your chest
[Pre-Chorus]
Every song in your car
You skip if it knows my name
You’re driving circles at night
But the streets all look the same
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Let the glass go
Let the frame crack
Let the night air rush right in
If my voice keeps calling you back
Turn it down
Don’t hit play again
[snarled vocal]
Tear the shrine down
Rip the notes up
Let the dust rise
Let the flame cut
If you need someone to blame
Then curse my name
But don’t stay stuck
[Chorus]

metal, Dark hybrid of J-pop melodic sensibility and brooding alt-pop, dropping into heavy metal guitars and snarling bass for the hook. Verses float on airy synth pads and detuned bells; pre-chorus brings in stuttered vocal chops and rising noise. Choruses slam with distorted power chords, metallic percussion, and aggressive dubstep drops. Female vocals: breathy and fragile in the verses, flipping to fierce belts and layered gang shouts on the chorus, with glitchy ad-libs weaving throughout., j-pop, pop, dubstep