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[Pre-Intro — Dry guitar, tight snare, almost spoken]
You left the jacket.
You left the lie.
I kept the hours that don’t sleep.
[Verse 1 — Close-mic, restrained]
You said forever in my front-seat truck
Boots on the dash like we were already us
Kissed my neck and swore you wouldn’t change
Then you killed your phone and I burned your name
Your jacket’s still hanging on my kitchen chair
Perfume and smoke and cheap despair
You’re laughing somewhere in a stranger’s bed
I’m talking to these walls, putting storms on your head
[Hook — Short, chant, cold]
I wish hell on your name
I wish hell on your name
That’s it
I wish hell on your name
[Chorus — Guitars open, vocal cracked]
Hope every song on the radio
Drags my name through your halo
Hope he walks out on you in the rain
Leaves you crying in a crowded place, choking on my name
Hope every bar that you stumble in
Feels like payback for the sin
I don’t wish you well, girl, I wish you pain
I wish hell
I wish hell on your name
[Verse 2 — Same restraint, tighter jaw]
I was paychecks, you were playing pretend
I was building a life, you were planning the end
Called me “too much,” then you took too much
My time, my trust, the last good parts of us
Now you’re posed up in your Sunday lies
Captioned “blessed” with those guilty eyes
Paint that smile however sweet you please
Dirt like yours don’t wash out the sheets
[Hook]
I wish hell on your name
I wish hell on your name
That’s it
I wish hell on your name
[Bridge — Held in]
Hope your makeup runs in the church bathroom
Hope regret sits with you in that honeymoon room
Every “I’m okay” dies in your throat
Every I-love-you sounds like a joke
[Final Chorus — Biggest, still controlled]
Hope every song on the radio
Drags my name through your halo
Hope he walks out on you in the rain
Leaves you crying in a crowded place, choking on my name
Hope every bar that you stumble in
Feels like payback for the sin
I don’t wish you well, girl, I wish you pain
Yeah, I wish hell
I wish hell on your name
On your name
I wish hell on your name
[Outro — Spoken, dry]
Keep the jacket.
Keep the lie.
Keep him.
Just don’t act like I didn’t see it.
Details
GeneratedSep 11, 2026
Duration3:16
LanguageEnglish
Style
Methodical alternative punk rock, mid-tempo 148 BPM. Sparse pre-intro: dry guitar + tight snare, almost spoken male vocal. Verses restrained and close-mic. Hook short, chant-like, cold — a slogan you hate believing. Chorus opens jagged distorted guitars, pulsing bass, stomping snare, vocal cracked not screamed. Final chorus biggest moment, extra guitar weight, same vocal control, no pop lift, no gang vocals. Live-room grit, analog dirt, bar-room late night. Jawbreaker, early Against Me!, The Menzingers, Joyce Manor. Heavy emotion held in.
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