Late Texts, Early Graves

[Verse 1]
You typed “you up?”
3:04 a.m
I said “of course”
I was lyin’ again
Phone face down
Heart face up
You wanted love
I wanted touch
You left a shirt
On my chair all week
Still smells like you
When I can’t sleep
Told you I’m “busy”
I was just scared
All of that future
I wasn’t prepared
[Chorus]
Late texts
Early graves
I bury what I wanna save
Push you out
Then beg you stay
Call it love
But I’m in the way (yeah)
Late texts
Early graves
Shovelin’ dirt on better days
If I lose you
It’s my mistake
Killing us softly for my own sake
[Verse 2]
You hate my pride
I kinda do too
That shit talks loud
When I’m next to you
You say “be honest”
I change the subject
Turn every feeling
Into a joke quick
I ghost a call
Then scroll your page
Watch your new pics
Die a little each day
You post “healed”
I read “done”
You find peace
I load the gun
[Chorus]
Late texts
Early graves
I bury what I wanna save
Push you out
Then beg you stay
Call it love
But I’m in the way (in the way)
Late texts
Early graves
Shovelin’ dirt on better days
If I lose you
It’s my mistake
Killing us softly for my own sake
[Bridge]
You deserve more
Than my half-ass truths
More than these highs
And crash-landing blues
If this is the end
Say it out loud
I’ll carry the blame
You carry the crown (yeah)
[Chorus]
Late texts
Early graves
I bury what I wanna save
Push you out
Then beg you stay
Call it love
But I’m in the way
Late texts
Early graves
Shovelin’ dirt on better days
If I lose you
It’s my mistake
Promise I felt you
Every heartbreak

Dusty alt-rap ballad with raspy mid-range male vocals, intimate close-mic tone. Sparse swung drums and warm bass under woozy Rhodes keys. Verses ride a tight, punchy pocket with conversational cadences; choruses open into emotional falsetto stacks with subtle saturation. Occasional filtered ad-libs and reverse reverb swells for tension, energy rising into the last hook before dropping to a bare vocal outro., clever, tone, vocal, raw, rhythmic, smooth, emotional