Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You swore this time you'd change the ending Same worn script, same selfish bend I taped the pieces to the window Watched them fall apart again Every promise had a timeframe Every favor came with strings You kept counting on my patience Till you ran out of my springs [Chorus] I’m drawing this line in the sand I can’t do this anymore Had it up to here with the damaged plans I can’t believe I ever wanted more I’m carving this rule in my hands I won’t crawl back like before You can stand where the wreckage stands I’m stepping past that door (hey!) [Verse 2] You love to call it "miscommunication" Funny how it’s always mine You paint excuses like a mural All in shades of your own pride I used to drink your explanations Till I staggered, till I spun But truth hits clearer in the silence You were never gonna be the one [Chorus] I’m drawing this line in the sand I can’t do this anymore Had it up to here with the damaged plans I can’t believe I ever wanted more I’m carving this rule in my hands I won’t crawl back like before You can stand where the wreckage stands I’m stepping past that door [Bridge] This is the cut Not a pause, not a break This is the part Where I give less than I take This is the last time You say "wait" and I stay (no more) I’m already gone While you’re begging me to wait [Chorus] I’m drawing this line in the sand I can’t do this anymore Had it up to here with the damaged plans I can’t believe I ever wanted more I’m carving this rule in my hands I won’t bleed like this no more You can live where the damage stands I’m walking out that door (oh yeah)
Tags
rock, Punchy alt-rock with overdriven guitars, tight bass, and live drums; male vocals push from a controlled simmer in the verses to a shouted, anthemic chorus. Short feedback stabs between sections, gang vocals on the hook, and a middle-eight drop to half-time before slamming back in., male vocals
Duration
3:00
Instrumental
No
Created
4/12/2026