When You’re Bored

[Style Prompt: 2000s emo-rock duet with dual male vocals, melodic guitars, driving drums, and bittersweet harmonies. Raw, emotional, nostalgic, and dynamic—build from soft verses to explosive choruses.

Instrumentation & Vocal Direction:

Tempo 110 BPM, 4/4, minor key (A minor / E minor).

Clean to crunchy guitars; bright, punchy drums; bass driving eighths.

Two contrasting male vocals: Vocal 1 raspy and emotional; Vocal 2 smoother and more melodic. Use call-and-response, harmonies, and overlap in bridges and final chorus. Start intimate, end anthemic. Subtle reverb and delay on vocals for space.]

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You tell your friends that you’re okay,

Say I got cold, that I drifted away.

Glad that I’m gone, was never your mate,

Said it yourself, I was dead weight.

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So call me when you’re half-awake,

When his car pulls out and you can’t sleep.

Say you miss how it used to be,

Like that makes what you did any less cheap.

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You’ll post some quote about moving on,

Count the likes till the ache is gone.

You’ll type “hey u, how’ve you been?”

Then backspace right before the send.

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I know your patterns, they don’t change—

You heal in circles, call it grace.

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So call me when you’re half-awake,

When his car pulls out and you can’t sleep.

Say you miss how it used to be,

But hang up before you say (too much.)

Say “this doesn’t hurt at all,”

I won’t believe you, never do.

You’ll swear you don’t keep score,

But you think of me when you’re bored.

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You drive past my street at 2 a.m.,

Swear it’s just a quicker way home.

You scroll through pictures, stop at one,

Then blame those drinks for what you’ve done.

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I know your patterns, they don’t change—

You heal in circles, call it grace.

You heal in circles, stuck in place.

You never heal—what a disgrace

Stuck in place, what a disgrace.

You’re a fucking disgrace.

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So call me when you’ve had a few,

Pretend I’m someone new.

Say this doesn’t hurt at all—

I won’t believe you, never do.

You’ll swear you don’t keep score,

But you think of me when you’re bored.

So call me when you’re half-awake,

Stuck in place—what a disgrace.

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[Mix Notes:

Clean verse tone → full distortion in choruses.

Layered harmony in final chorus, dual-tracked shouts on last lines.

Slight reverb tail and feedback fade-out at end.]