Grip Tape & Ghost Notes

[Verse 1]
She said
"you're sweet"
Then she shattered my week
Used my hoodie
Used my heart
Left ’em both in the dark
Blue light on a cracked phone screen
Typing out
Then deleting what I mean
"Guess we’re better off friends"
Guess this keeps happening again
[Chorus]
I’m a hopeless romantic with a nosebleed heart
Skinned knees
Ripped jeans
Falling apart
Every crush is a crash
Every "maybe" a scar
All I’ve got is my skateboard
And this beat-up guitar
Yeah
I’m loving like a fool in a junkyard star
[Verse 2]
Mom’s in the kitchen
Dad’s in the hall
Two sharp voices through a paper-thin wall
Plates shake on the counter
I just turn my amp louder (oh yeah)
Grip tape stained with yesterday’s rain
Kick-push down the street to outrun the pain
If I stick this trick
If I nail this chord
Maybe I won’t feel ignored
[Chorus]
I’m a hopeless romantic with a nosebleed heart
Skinned knees
Ripped jeans
Falling apart
Every crush is a crash
Every "maybe" a scar
All I’ve got is my skateboard
And this beat-up guitar
Yeah
I’m loving like a fool in a junkyard star
[Bridge]
You say you’re "broken" then you break me more
Kiss me in the hallway
Leave me on the floor
I keep writing your name in the margins of songs
Like if I play it loud enough
You’ll prove me wrong (hey!)
[Chorus]
I’m a hopeless romantic with a nosebleed heart
Skinned knees
Ripped jeans
Falling apart
Every crush is a crash
Every "maybe" a scar
All I’ve got is my skateboard
And this beat-up guitar
Yeah
I’m loving like a fool in a junkyard star
Just a kid with a deck
And a six-string scar

rock, Emo-punk blast with male vocals: palm-muted power chords in the verses exploding into wide-open, overdriven choruses. Tight, pick-scraped transitions, gang shouts on key lines, and a ripping melodic guitar solo after the second chorus. Drums drive with frantic hi-hats and crashing cymbals; bass follows the root hard, locking the groove under raw, slightly strained vocals., strong, emo punk, romantic