Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Rust on the Ford Dust on my boots Same small town Same old excuse Neon is buzzing in the rearview glass Your name on my tongue Like a shot I can’t pass I said I’d quit you But I circle right back [Chorus] So I tip it on back To the pain you poured Let the burn run slow Till I feel you more Raise that memory Like a glass to my lips If I’m fallin’ apart I’m fallin’ to this Yeah Every time my heart gets cracked I tip it on back [Verse 2] Barstool confession Two seats from the door Laughing too loud So I don’t talk anymore Your song comes on And the room leans left I’m prayin’ for silence I’m bracing for impact I know what’s coming And I still let it crash [Chorus] So I tip it on back To the pain you poured Let the burn run slow Till I feel you more Raise that memory Like a glass to my lips If I’m fallin’ apart I’m fallin’ to this Yeah Every time my heart gets cracked I tip it on back [Bridge] Tell me why the hurt Is the only thing that lasts Why I chase the flame Just to live in the ash Friends say “let go” But they don’t know that track Once I taste your ghost I can’t turn it back (hey) [Chorus] So I tip it on back To the pain you poured Let the burn run slow Till I feel you more Raise that memory Like a glass to my lips If I’m fallin’ apart I’m fallin’ to this Yeah Every time my heart gets cracked I tip it on back Every time I swear I won’t look back I tip it on back
Tags
rock, Moody late-90s alt-country meets pop rock: overdriven electric guitars, brooding pads, and deep 808-layered low end. Male vocals with a slightly raspy edge; verses sit in a smoky pocket, choruses explode with gang shouts and big open chords. Tom-heavy drums on the bridge, subtle slide guitar textures, wide stereo harmonies on the hook for an anthemic finish., moody, alternative country, pop, country rock, male vocals, electric, country, pop rock
Duration
3:23
Instrumental
No
Created
2/8/2026