Dead Phone, Cold Heart

[Verse 1]
You got me pacing in the kitchen
Half a bottle, half a mind
Reading all the messages you didn’t send
Blue ticks, blank lines
Nails in my palms from the waiting
Lipstick on a cracked glass
You said forever on a Tuesday
By Friday it crashed
[Pre-Chorus]
Why’s your silence louder than the fights were? (yeah)
Why’s your shadow sleeping in my shirt?
If you’re happy, why you watching all my stories?
Blocking out my number, but you still in my head
[Chorus]
I feel arrested
In a love I can’t escape from
Hands up, heart cuffed
To a ghost I can’t outrun
You walked away
But I’m locked in what you said
Baby, you’re gone, but I’m still doing time
For loving you to death
[Verse 2]
Your hoodie on the chair like a witness
Smells like you and bad nights
Every time I try to throw it in a bag
My chest goes tight
Friends say, “Girl, you gotta block him”
I say, “Already did that twice”
Still I hear your name in every quiet room
Like flickering lights
[Pre-Chorus]
Why’s my pillow soaking up your secrets? (oh)
Why’s the mirror showing me regret?
If you’re happy, why you dialing then you hang up?
Leaving me in limbo, but you still in my head
[Chorus]
I feel arrested
In a love I can’t escape from
Hands up, heart cuffed
To a ghost I can’t outrun
You walked away
But I’m locked in what you said
Baby, you’re gone, but I’m still doing time
For loving you to death
[Bridge]
Every red flag, I called it a warning light
Thought we’d land, we were never gonna land right
Told me, “Trust me,” now I’m paying for the crime
You’re free as air
I’m serving every night
[Chorus]
I feel arrested
In a love I can’t escape from (can’t escape, no)
Hands up, heart cuffed
To a ghost I can’t outrun (you still run)
You walked away
But I’m locked in what you said
Baby, you’re gone, but I’m still doing time
For loving you to death (to death)

rap, Dark pop-trap with female vocals; heavy, saturated low-end and sharp, skittering hats. Verses sit on sparse keys and distant vocal chops, intimate and gritty; pre-chorus brings in rising pads and layered harmonies. Chorus drops into a thick, melodic hook with stacked backing vocals and a distorted sub bass that punches under each line. Subtle pitched ad-libs echo key words for an addictive earworm., emotional, beats, pop