Critical Care Crush

[Verse 1]
Blue eyes in the rearview
Laughing while the world goes red
Sirens on the windshield
Your fingers counting out my breath
Jokes about our damage
Like it's just another scar
You say
"Tell me where it started"
As we’re flying through the dark
[Chorus]
This is critical care
On a midnight road
Trauma bonding in a storm
With your hand on my pulse
Won’t let go
Call it therapy
Call it dare
But you’re talking me through my ghosts
In this high-speed
Half-broke prayer
You’re my crash cart
You’re my critical care
[Verse 2]
You trace my panic patterns
Like lines on my open palm
“You’re not crazy
You’re just crowded”
You say it soft
Then laugh too hard (hey)
We trade our worst disasters
Like baseball cards in the glove box light
You hold my shaking wrist and grin
“You’re still here
You’re still alright”
[Chorus]
This is critical care
On a midnight road
Trauma bonding in a storm
With your hand on my pulse
Won’t let go
Call it therapy
Call it dare
But you’re talking me through my ghosts
In this high-speed
Half-broke prayer
You’re my crash cart
You’re my critical care
[Bridge]
Heart beat
Heart beat
Drumming in my throat (oh)
“Stay with me
Stay with me”
You say it like a joke
But your grip gets tighter
When my voice runs thin
Every red light’s screaming
But you keep dragging me back in
[Chorus]
This is critical care
On a midnight road
Trauma bonding in a storm
With your hand on my pulse
Won’t let go
Call it therapy
Call it dare
But you’re talking me through my ghosts
If the world burns
I don’t care
With your blue eyes
And your cracked jokes
You’re my critical care

rock, Urgent modern rock with male vocals; tight, overdriven guitars locked to a pulsing kick, bass glued to the snare in a racing heartbeat groove. Verses stay tense and syncopated, palm-muted chugs and echoing lead lines; chorus explodes wide with open chords, gang shouts, and bright overheads. Middle-8 drops to toms and vocal, then a climactic halftime outro with soaring harmony stacks.