**[Verse 1]**
Left your hoodie in the glove box, smells like menthol and regret
Every chord you hit felt like a dare you’d never met
I sat cross-legged in the parking lot,
counting cracks in the asphalt like they meant something.
Your songs all pause like you’re waiting for a laugh track—
But no one’s home.
You love to stage your breakdowns,
I just played along.
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**[Pre-Chorus]**
I can’t tell if you’re gone or just offline,
you always blurred the two.
The silence hums in autotune,
like it’s mocking you.
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**[Chorus]**
So cash out, cut loose,
let the halo rust where it fell through.
I heard your ghosts still bark at night—
same porch, same bite, same excuse.
Call it closure, call it proof,
your greed sickens me, but I owe you youth.
Oh, what to do?
When the light hits wrong and it still looks like you.
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**[Verse 2]**
Your mom called once, left static on the line,
said she still keeps your trophies—
just can’t remember why.
You were everybody’s problem and nobody’s son,
but damn, you looked holy with the TV on.
I cracked my mirror trying to see what you saw,
found nothing—
just my reflection mouthing
“I told you so.”
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**[Bridge]** *(glitchy vocal pitch drops, electronic stutter)*
You said you’d build heaven out of debt and convenience stores,
but it’s just fluorescent lighting and unpaid chores.
The world doesn’t stop—it just gets bored.
And I still hum your verses like a warning ignored.
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**[Chorus 2]**
So pony up, fade out,
make the sin sound cinematic now.
Your dogs are older, your songs are slower,
you still call that “growth somehow.”
Spin your guilt like vinyl,
it skips where the truth should be.
I’m done waiting in your driveway
for a version that sees me.
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**[Outro]**
“If you hear me on the radio,
pretend it’s someone else.
You’ll like her better—
she never learned to bark.”
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