Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Jaw tight Teeth on every word You say “it’s fine” But your hands still shake Coffee gone cold On the same old plate Every chair in this house Points at my mistakes [Chorus] I’ve got glass in my throat Every time I try to say I’m sorry Every syllable cuts Til the truth runs out of me If this is growing up Why do I feel so small So lonely I’ve got glass in my throat And you still don’t hear me [Verse 2] You look past Like I’m wallpaper Peeling at the edges Quiet Out of frame You trace New scars with old letters Reading who I was Like I stayed the same [Chorus] I’ve got glass in my throat Every time I try to say I’m sorry Every syllable cuts Til the truth runs out of me If this is growing up Why do I feel so small So lonely I’ve got glass in my throat And you still don’t hear me [Bridge] [Drums fall to toms Guitars clean and distant] I choke on the words You threw at me first (threw at me first) You call it “tough love” I call it a curse If silence is safer Then why does it burn? (why does it burn?) How many times Til we finally learn [Chorus] I’ve got glass in my throat Every time I try to say I’m sorry Every syllable cuts Til the truth runs out of me If this is growing up Why do I feel so small So lonely I’ve got glass in my throat I bleed when I speak And you still don’t hear me (hear me)
Tags
Emotional post-hardcore, male vocals. Verses: tight, tense groove with clean, chiming guitars locked to a gritty, slightly overdriven bass; drums use off-kilter snare placements and ghost notes. Choruses explode into wide, distorted guitars and crashing cymbals, layered screams on top of a desperate sung lead. Bridge pulls back to reverb-soaked cleans and tom-heavy build before a final, cathartic chorus. Vocals stay raw and imperfect, riding the edge of the mix., male vocals, post-hardcore, sad, clean, emotional
Duration
3:04
Instrumental
No
Created
3/19/2026