[Intro – soft, imperfect strumming. string buzz. low room noise. one-take energy.]
[VOX: close mic, quiet, nearly whispering, slightly monotone with sudden emotion]
mm...
yeah
(i been thinkin' again...)
feel like...
i ain’t even here, bro
[Verse 1 – simple fingerpicking, melancholic progression, detuned strings]
[VOX: soft-spoken, a little choked, breathy delivery]
woke up…
sun ain’t hit my face
room still cold,
head still loud
can't feel my hands, but I’m reachin’ anyway
for somethin’ that ain't even around
[short pause. slight inhale.]
my phone don’t ring no more
guess they all gave up
left my mind at the door
now the mirror don’t trust who showin’ up
[VOX: mumbled]
and I don’t either, to be real...
[Hook – light strum switches in, tempo slows, slightly slurred delivery]
empty hands…
can’t hold shit but pain
eyes dry
but I’m still in the rain
people talk,
but they don’t say my name
they forget you
when you too far away
[small pause. almost like he's losing the beat]
empty hands...
still feel heavy though
[Verse 2 – slightly messier strumming, voice gains a little edge]
[VOX: tone shifts—softer then bitter, then cracks slightly]
i gave you all that I had in me
gave love like it grow on trees
but you left
and you ain't even say goodbye
just ghosted, like I ain’t even bleed
[brief silence. sounds of movement.]
i talk to the wall, sometimes
it listen better than friends
tryna fake a smile, but it twitch at the end
man...
[VOX: exhale sharply through nose. almost laughs bitterly]
this life don’t feel like mine
this skin don’t fit no more
this heart...
been ripped so many times
it don’t even beat
it just… keeps score
[Hook – returns softer. picked chords. voice nearly breaks.]
empty hands…
can’t hold shit but pain
eyes dry
but I’m still in the rain
people talk,
but they don’t say my name
they forget you
when you too far away
[Bridge – nearly a whisper, over faint strums and string slide]
[VOX: real quiet, confessional tone]
would you love me if I wasn’t hurt?
if I smiled more, if I spoke first?
would you call me back, if I meant more?
or you only miss me when I hit the floor…
[Outro – gentle harmonics. deep breath. no reverb.]
[VOX: deadpan, real low]
i don’t want much...
just somethin’ real
somethin’ i can hold
without it disappearin’
yeah…
these hands empty as hell, bro
[END]
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