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[Pre-Intro]
Packed a bag and didn’t look back
Diesel, black coffee, another state
Told myself I was getting stronger
I was just getting away
[Verse 1]
After you left I took the long road
Miles instead of sleep
If I kept moving I couldn’t feel it
If I stayed tired I couldn’t sink
[Verse 2]
Every town another body
Every night another name
I called it freedom, called it growing
It was armor with your face
[Pre-Chorus]
I made a rule and I kept it holy
Nobody gets that close
Love is just a way to bleed out
And I already paid that cost
[Hook]
Expendable
That’s what I called it
Expendable
So I couldn’t get gutted
[Chorus]
I built the armor so you couldn’t touch me
Worked my hands raw so my heart went quiet
Then I saw you and the whole thing rusted
All that steel and it still couldn’t hide it
[Verse 3]
They cheated too, every one after
Same knife, different room
I said “of course” like I expected it
Like I wrote the ending in you
[Verse 4]
I quit the road, came home harder
Thought I’d finally locked it down
Then one look and I’m that kid again
Heart too big, nowhere to put it now
[Bridge]
I didn’t get over you
I just got good at leaving first
That’s not healing
That’s a curse
[Final Chorus]
I built the armor so you couldn’t touch me
Worked my hands raw so my heart went quiet
Then I saw you and the whole thing rusted
All that steel and it still couldn’t hide it
I made you the last one who could wreck me
Then I wrecked everything else
[Outro]
Expendable
That’s what I called it
Then I saw you
And the armor failed
Details
GeneratedSep 11, 2026
Duration3:03
LanguageEnglish
Style
Methodical alternative punk rock, mid-tempo 148 BPM. Sparse pre-intro: dry guitar + tight snare, almost spoken male vocal. Verses stay restrained and close-mic. Hook is short, chant-like, cold. Chorus opens the guitars but keeps the vocal cracked, not screamed. Final chorus is the biggest moment — extra guitar weight, same vocal control, no pop lift. Jagged distorted guitars, pulsing bass, live-room grit. Jawbreaker, early Against Me!, The Menzingers, Joyce Manor. Heavy emotion held in. Bar-room late night, analog dirt, no gang vocals.
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