[Verse 1] We don’t talk We just tally up the damage Kids in the hallway listening To every broken sentence You say, “You’re never here” I say, “I’m breaking just to pay this rent” You hate how I disappear I hate how all my love turned into defense Clock in, clock out Same circles in my head You’re scrolling in the silence I’m rehearsing things I never said [Chorus] I push myself for you ’Til I’m shaking in my shoes Carrying this house like it’s chained around my neck Tryna hold us up while we’re hanging by a thread I push myself for you But I’m bleeding through the truth If I give you all I got and it’s still not enough Tell me, what’s left of me when we run out of love [Verse 2] You slam doors I slam feelings in the basement We both keep score Of every late night, every payment Little shoes by the front mat They don’t know what we’re breaking in here You’re crying in the bathroom I’m pretending I don’t taste that fear You say, “You never change” I say, “I’m trying, can’t you see my hands?” Reaching through your rage Like barbed wire wrapped around a wedding band [Chorus] I push myself for you ’Til I’m shaking in my shoes Carrying this house like it’s chained around my neck Tryna hold us up while we’re hanging by a thread I push myself for you But I’m bleeding through the truth If I give you all I got and it’s still not enough Tell me, what’s left of me when we run out of love [Bridge] I’m scared to stay Scared to leave Scared our kids Will grow up like me Half a man On empty lungs Holding on For everyone (yeah) [Chorus] I push myself for you ’Til I’m shaking in my shoes Carrying this house like it’s chained around my neck Tryna hold us up while we’re hanging by a thread I push myself for you But I’m bleeding through the truth If I let this fall apart just to save what’s left of me Would you hate me, or finally set me free

rap, Dark trap-pop emo rap, male vocals. Moody piano over detuned bells and a distant choir pad, then 808s slam in with skittering hats. Verses stay close and confessional, half-sung half-rapped, with layered doubles on key words. Chorus explodes with distorted bass, wide reverbs, and a desperate top-line hook; ad-libs echo like arguments in the next room. Final chorus pulls back the drums first half, then everything crashes in for a raw, unresolved ending., emo, pop

I Push Myself For You