Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Blue eyes in the rearview glare Dark humor on your tongue like prayer We joke about the trauma bond Like it’s cute Like it’s something we want Hand holding in the waiting room Heartbeat pacing with the clock’s tick-boom You laugh about the last crash scene Airbag dust Your teeth all white My knuckles green [Chorus] It’s a psychological cry In the middle of the night You call it therapy Medicated passion in my veins You pour the gasoline I strike the flame We’re breathing in the smoke of what we’ve done Every kiss feels like a loaded gun We call it care We call it empathy But it’s burning both of us Quietly [Verse 2] Stories of that traumatic arrest You trace the bruises that you can’t forget Say the sirens still sing in your head I say I like the sound You say “that’s sick” instead We swap scars like trading cards Sidewalk tales and shattered yards You say you’re too broken to belong I say “same ” and we both hold on [Chorus] It’s a psychological cry In the middle of the night You call it therapy Medicated passion in my veins You pour the gasoline I strike the flame We’re breathing in the smoke of what we’ve done Every kiss feels like a loaded gun We call it care We call it empathy But it’s burning both of us Quietly [Bridge] Crash into me when you can’t stand I’ll make a tourniquet out of my hands We’re laughing on the way down Half alive (yeah) Hand holding through the panic lights (oh) [Chorus] It’s a psychological cry In the middle of the night You call it therapy Medicated passion in my veins You pour the gasoline I strike the flame We’re breathing in the smoke of what we’ve done Every kiss feels like a loaded gun We call it care We call it empathy But it’s burning both of us Burning both of us Quietly
Tags
rock, Crunchy alternative rock with male vocals; verses hang over a mid-tempo, grimy guitar riff and roomy drums, bass pulsing in eighth notes. Chorus leaps into wider chords and stacked, shout-along backing vocals; guitars brighten with overdrive. Bridge strips to toms and a single reverb-drenched guitar line, then slams back in with a final, lifted chorus and a held vocal ad-lib.
Duration
3:36
Instrumental
No
Created
2/20/2026