[Intro] I still set a plate for you Dust on the fork Name on the mailbox Key in the door [Verse 1] Years pass Same crack in the window Same dent in the drywall Where my fist learned to limbo Phone face down Like a loaded gun on the table Heart keeps ringing your ghost On a canceled cable You lied with a straight face I bled in a straight jacket Now every touch feels fake Like a staged habit Trust turned to shrapnel Stuck in my skin You walked out laughing I moved you in [Chorus] You left rust in my ribcage Every breath tastes like you I keep choking on the history Of the hurt I never grew through Can’t let go of a dead thing Carry bones everywhere I go You broke me in a past life But the cracks still run the show (yeah) [Verse 2] I scroll through old messages Like a crime scene file Zoom in on the typos Looking for your lies between the lines Sleep’s a rumor Bed’s a battlefield Pillow on my face Just to feel a shield Every “I’m fine” Is a loaded reply Anxiety tapping Morse code In my left eye You cheated Now I check every lock twice Even hugs feel like setups Even love feels like a heist (hey) [Chorus] You left rust in my ribcage Every breath tastes like you I keep choking on the history Of the hurt I never grew through Can’t let go of a dead thing Carry bones everywhere I go You broke me in a past life But the cracks still run the show [Bridge] Why do I miss What murdered me slow Why am I guarding The hand that let go Heart’s just a house You burned to the frame I’m still in the ashes Repeating your name (your name) [Chorus] You left rust in my ribcage Every breath tastes like you I keep choking on the history Of the hurt I never grew through Can’t let go of a dead thing Carry bones everywhere I go You shattered who I was then Now I’m living in the glow of the blow You left rust in my ribcage And it screams when I breathe your ghost This broken love’s a long fall And I’m chained to the edge the most (yeah)

rap, Hybrid rap-metal with male vocals: ominous clean guitar intro, then half-time trap drums slam into downtuned chugs. Verses spit rapid, anxious bars over sparse riff; choruses explode with screamed harmonies and a melodic top line. Bridge drops to near-whisper over distant toms, then one last full-band hit. Saturated guitars, gritty bass, roomy snare, vocal delays that trail like intrusive thoughts., metal, rock

Rust in My Ribcage