Coming Back To Me

[Verse 1]
Started as a weekend thing
Just a little taste to take the edge off
Couple lines on a bathroom sink
Told myself I’d never fall that far
Friends laughing, eyes all red
Music loud, but my head felt louder
Felt ten feet tall and paper-thin
Chasing that rush, just to feel some power
Morning came, I was hollowed out
Shaking hands and a guilty grin
Said “I’m fine, just tired, I swear”
But my mom saw the truth in my skin
[Chorus]
I was losing myself in the smoke and the white
Trading my days for a couple of nights
Selling my soul just to feel alright
Didn’t know my own face in the bathroom light
I was gone, I was gone, I was gone
Till the pain finally brought me to my knees
Now I’m crawling through the dark I made
Coming clean, coming back to me (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Started skipping out on calls
Blew my rent on another escape
Closed the blinds, watched the ceiling spin
Heart running like it’s trying to break
Lied to the people that would’ve died for me
“Only once in a while, I’m okay”
But I’d wake up on a stranger’s couch
Don’t remember how I got to that place
One night I saw my reflection shake
Pale ghost with the sunken eyes
Whispered, “You’re gonna die like this
Or you can live, but you gotta choose tonight”
[Chorus]
I was losing myself in the smoke and the white
Trading my days for a couple of nights
Selling my soul just to feel alright
Didn’t know my own face in the bathroom light
I was gone, I was gone, I was gone
Till the pain finally brought me to my knees
Now I’m crawling through the dark I made
Coming clean, coming back to me (coming back, coming back)
[Bridge]
Cold sweat on a rehab bed (yeah)
Phone full of names I’d pushed away
First time in a long, long time
I said “Help” and I meant it that day
Step by step, I owned my shame
Called my mom just to hear her breathe
She cried, said “You ain’t your worst mistake
You’re my child, and you’re still in reach”
[Chorus]
I was losing myself in the smoke and the white
Trading my days for a couple of nights
Selling my soul just to feel alright
Didn’t know my own face in the bathroom light
I was gone, I was gone, I was gone
Now the truth’s what’s bringing me to my knees
I’m still scared, but I’m still here
Coming clean, coming back to me (oh)
Coming clean, coming back to me

rap, Moody, storytelling rap over sparse piano and deep, warm bass. Verses sit close and confessional, dry male vocals up front, light vinyl crackle texture. Hook blooms with layered harmonies and a distant choir pad, kick and snare hit heavy but slow, sub-bass swells on the drop. Final chorus strips to piano and voice, then beat returns for a quiet, hopeful outro., clean