Left in the Lurch

(A deep, slow, dark cyberpunk bassline rolls in like heavy fog on a highway.)

(Female - speaking right into the mic, her voice cracking slightly from exhaustion)

I looked at our text thread today... and it’s just a solid wall of my green bubbles.

And then your tiny grey blocks.(sighs) I’m literally carrying a dead body across a finish line.

Across a finish line... (echoes out:) finish line... line...

(A heavy, slow-drags 150 BPM electronic kick drum enters. The beat hits like a lead weight in your chest.)

I’m the only one keeping this dead battery plugged into the wall.

Chasing after your ghost, begging you to stay, begging you to stall. (to stall...)

I’m pulling all the weight, doing a hundred percent of the heavy lift,

While you just sit back on your hands and watch our whole world drift. (world drift...)

It is so physically draining to be the only one checking in, asking how you feel,

Desperately trying to manufacture a spark out of something that was never real.

I ran a whole clinic for your fragile, bruised ego every single day,

Gave you my raw, honest focus just to watch you turn around and walk away. (walk away...)

You left me hanging out to dry in the absolute coldest spot,

And I’m sick of mourning a version of you... that you’re simply not.

(The warm synths completely cut out. The music feels like it’s sinking underwater into a dark, pressurized sub-bass hum. A lonely electronic chime echoes in the distance.)

And now I’m standing in my kitchen at midnight, staring at the tile. (at the tile...)

Realizing I haven't seen you genuinely care about me in a while.

You threw me out into the open, abandoned me right in the dirt,

Left me high and dry... you completely left me in the lurch. (in the lurch...)

And the silence in this house is getting heavy now.

Yeah, the weight of it is pulling me under the ground.

I'm just so tired of carrying you.

I'm so tired... (so tired...)

(The track opens up wide into a deep, driving cyberpunk groove. A massive, pulsing Rezo-bass sweeps through the low end. It feels incredibly heavy, but the rhythm keeps pushing forward, forcing you to move.)

I’m doing all the labor for a man who won't even lift a hand! (lift a hand!)

Building up a kingdom out of nothing but a pile of sinking sand!

I gave you my raw attention, gave you every single piece of my heart,

And you just left me in the lurch, watching the whole thing fall apart. (fall apart)

Now I’m running on absolute empty, carrying the weight of two,

Exhausted from the energy it takes just to get a word out of you.

Yeah, you left me in the lurch tonight...And I’m finally running out of fight. (out of fight)

(Cyberpunk / Cyber-Chill Beat)

(Sonics: Deep, distorted bass glides roll over a crisp, slow festival Trap drum pattern. (Female vocal echoes:) "Left me... left me..." (are chopped up and layered into the background of the dark, hypnotic drop.)

(The beat keeps its slow, punishing stomp. Your vocal delivery becomes more direct, conversational, and fed up.)

Your text messages got shorter, your excuses got so damn weak.

“Sorry, I’ve just been so overwhelmed, I can barely even speak.” (even speak)

But I see you active online, I see you talking to the rest of the world.

You’re only too exhausted when it comes to me... when it comes to your girl.

I hate that I excused it for weeks, told myself you just needed space,

While I was literally suffocating, trying to keep a nice smile on my face.

I was checking your horoscope, trying to decipher your secret mind,

When the truth was just staring me right in the face the entire time. (whole time)

You’re not misunderstood. You’re just incredibly lazy.

And letting you make me feel insecure is officially driving me crazy.

(The drums stop completely. All effects are stripped from your voice. It is bone-dry and intimate, right up against the listener's ear.)

That’s the exact second the sadness starts turning into something else.

When you realize you're a queen who’s been begging for scraps off the shelf.

I looked in the mirror today, and I didn't even recognize my own eyes.

I looked so small... so worn down by all your quiet, passive-aggressive lies.

You didn't just leave me. You tried to make me feel like I was the issue.

Well, look at me...I’m fresh out of tears. And I’m throwing away the tissue.

I’m done doing the work.

I’m done carrying your dead weight. (dead weight... weight...)

(Because this track is locked at 150 BPM, a rapid-fire festival snare drum begins to build up aggressively. The sound of a harsh radio frequency tuning cuts through the air)

I’m dropping the load right here on the floor.

The static is coming back... and I’m opening up the door.

Get ready...Three, two, one— (Turn it up!)

No more labor. (No more...)

No more scraps. (No more...)