Engine Full of Holes

[Intro]
Skrrt past what we were (yeah)
Glass in the glove compartment
Hands on a shaking wheel
Eyes on the rearview darkness
[Verse 1]
Got a racing mind, racing veins
Redline love in the wrong lane
You loaded words like hollow tips
Now I’m leaking through the paint
Tires screaming on the pavement
You just scrolling through your phone
Hit my chest with every statement
Turned my ribcage into chrome (uh)
I gave rides through every season
You jumped out at every turn
Left your jacket in my backseat
So I still smell what I burned
[Chorus]
I’m a car crash, heart on E
Engine full of holes where you shot through me
All these bullet scars under my white tee
Still I floor it, floor it, floor it
Till it swallows me
Yeah, I’m high-speed, low hope
Racing through the smoke of the lies you wrote
If loving you was war, I’m the losing ghost
Still I floor it, floor it, floor it
Till I disappear in the overdose (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Metal in my mouth, that’s the taste of pride
Biting on the blame just to stay alive
You said, “Baby, you’re too much”
Now the silence too loud to drive
Dashboard dancing, warning lights
Same as your eyes when you’d pick a fight
You aimed sharp lines at my soft spots
Every “maybe” was a red dot sight
Airbag thoughts, they don’t deploy
I just brace for every hit
Texting “miss you” like a decoy
While I’m bleeding in the ditch
[Chorus]
I’m a car crash, heart on E
Engine full of holes where you shot through me
All these bullet scars under my white tee
Still I floor it, floor it, floor it
Till it swallows me
Yeah, I’m high-speed, low hope
Racing through the smoke of the lies you wrote
If loving you was war, I’m the losing ghost
Still I floor it, floor it, floor it
Till I disappear in the overdose (oh)
[Bridge]
Hit the gas, hit the glass, hit the ground, hit the past
You were aiming at my future, but you only hit my last
Every mile, every trial, every tear in this seat
Got a graveyard in the trunk, but I still don’t hit the brakes (nah)
[Chorus]
I’m a car crash, heart on E
Engine full of holes where you shot through me
All these bullet scars under my white tee
Still I floor it, floor it, floor it
Till it swallows me
Yeah, I’m high-speed, low hope
Racing through the smoke of the lies you wrote
If loving you was war, I’m the losing ghost
Still I floor it, floor it, floor it
Till I’m just a name in your phone you don’t open, though

rap, Moody emo-trap beat with detuned bells and airy pads over a sparse, knocking low end. Male vocals in a confessional, almost whispered tone on the verses, more strained and melodic on the hook. Occasional distant ad-lib doubles and pitched-down backing lines. Final chorus adds wide reverb throws and subtle distortion on the vocal for a frayed, desperate climax., emo