I Let You Bruise

(Intro - Heavy, distorted guitar riff starts slow, building momentum; drums crash in with a driving beat)

(Verse 1)

The air in the room got thick when you walked in

A familiar weight settling on my skin

I told myself I’d built a wall this time

But you just walk through it like a mime

Speaking volumes without a sound

Kicking up the dust you laid in the ground

I’m a satellite, caught in your orbit, spinning free

'Til you decide to pull me back to your gravity

(Chorus)

Yeah, you’re the static on my favorite song

The one I keep playing, where nothing feels wrong

'Til the chorus hits and the feedback screams

Shattering all my delicate dreams

I’m the open door, you’re the cold front moving through

And I let you do it, I let you bruise

(Verse 2)

My spine turns to water when I hear your name

A moth drawn back to your flickering flame

I know the script, I've read the final page

But I still step center onto the stage

I’m humming your frequency, out of tune

Shouting at the silence, under a pale moon

You take the light right out of the day

And I just watch it fade away

(Chorus)

Yeah, you’re the static on my favorite song

The one I keep playing, where nothing feels wrong

'Til the chorus hits and the feedback screams

Shattering all my delicate dreams

I’m the open door, you’re the cold front moving through

And I let you do it, I let you bruise

(Bridge)

I could walk away, turn the other cheek

I could be strong, not weak

But there’s a habit in the hollows of my bones

Picking up the signal when you call my phone

Why do I tune the dial to your white noise?

Drowning out my own, silent voice

(Guitar Solo - Aggressive and slightly chaotic, full of feedback and heavy bends)

(Chorus)

Yeah, you’re the static on my favorite song

The one I keep playing, where nothing feels wrong

'Til the chorus hits and the feedback screams

Shattering all my delicate dreams

I’m the open door, you’re the cold front moving through

And I let you do it, I let you bruise

(Outro)

I let you do it.

Yeah, I let you do it.

The feedback screams, but I keep the volume high.

I let you bruise.

(Music fades out with one final, sustained crunch of static and guitar feedback)