Second-Hand Skin

[Verse 1]
Used to like the quiet
Now I’m scared of what it means
Tried on all his colors
Now they’re stitched into my seams
Laughing when I hate it
Saying “fine” when I’m not fine
Gave away my edges
Till my voice sounded like his line
[Chorus]
How did I end up in his second-hand skin?
Can’t tell where he stops
Can’t tell where I begin
Mad at him
Mad at me
Yeah it’s wearing me thin
But I’m peeling it back
Slow
I won’t live in his second-hand skin
[Verse 2]
Every little habit
Rearranged to fit his mood
Bit my tongue to keep the peace
Called that compromise
Not wound
Now I’m sorting through the pieces
On the floor of this small room
What was mine
What was borrowed
What can still learn how to bloom
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Maybe I was lonely
Maybe I was just so tired
Let him write my story
Till my own words all expired
Now I’m learning how to listen
To the quiet in my chest
Not the echo of his anger
Just a softer kind of yes
[Chorus]

rock, Stripped-back acoustic indie rock, brushed kit, and warm bass. Male or female vocal sits intimate and close, verses almost spoken over fingerpicked guitar, then chorus blooms with doubled vocals, tambourine, and a subtle lead guitar countermelody. Dynamic arc from tense, clipped phrasing in the first verse into a more open, resigned delivery by the final chorus. Mix focuses on raw, vulnerable tone and small-room reverb., indie rock, acoustic