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[Verse 1]
You caught me at the exit with your grievance in your hand
"You must not think much of me" — voice rehearsed, position planned
You've been building me for months, I see: the villain in your play
Every slight collected, catalogued, and filed away
[Pre-Chorus]
And you've come for confirmation — you need to hear I hold you low
Because that would prove I'm holding you at all
[Chorus]
But I don't think of you at all
Not fondly and not poorly — not at all
You're not a door I ever open, not a call I don't return
There is no file with your name on it to burn
You've mistaken my attention for a currency I spend
I don't think of you at all
And I mean that as a mercy, in the end
[Verse 2]
See, contempt would be a compliment — contempt requires memory
Resentment is a rent I've never paid on anybody
My mind keeps a narrow guest list: the work, the morning iron, her,
the few I'd stand in front of —
and I'm afraid you never were
[Chorus]
No, I don't think of you at all
I've held no trial, passed no sentence — nothing rose that far
You're not a wound I'm nursing, not a name I ever quote
You're a stranger with a story where I'm cast in every scene
And I've never read the script
I don't think of you at all
Whatever you've been fighting — it was never me
[Bridge]
You'll tell the room I wounded you. The room will nod along.
You'll spend another season on a man who isn't watching.
And there's the arithmetic that breaks your kind of heart:
you have given me your hours
I have never spent a second
The ledger runs one way
It was never running mine
[Outro]
So take this as the kindness that it is, and let it go:
it was never war between us
War requires two
I simply never got around
to inventing you
Not at all
Not at all
Details
GeneratedSep 15, 2026
Duration4:06
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark 80s-style synth-rock / sophisti-pop hybrid — hypnotic pulsing analog sequencer bassline, precise drum machine groove, cold shimmering synth pads, clean chorused guitar accents, spacious immaculate production. Lead vocal: smooth low male croon with a slight English accent, dry, articulate, elegantly detached — every word crystal-clear, mixed on top of the music, never buried; subtle layered backing harmonies from the same voice, no duet. Fully sung throughout, no spoken word, no narration. Brooding minor key, cool restraint, quietly devastating. Studio-clean, no live ambience, no crowd. ~110 BPM.
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The_SCARModelAria v6
