Heatwave

# "Heatwave & Heartache" #voice: WorldPatternz #

**(Verse 1)**

Desert heat, 117 degrees

Sweating bullets in this garage, brought down to my knees

You called me up, said you needed a hand

Simple trade, thought I'd understand

Helped your mom out, then I hit your line

"Ten minutes out," said everything's fine

Then the deflection hit, "you should've called before"

*Click.* Left me standing at your door

**(Pre-Chorus)**

All I needed was "I'm sorry"

But those words won't come from you

**(Chorus)**

Heatwave and heartache, burning through my chest

Fifteen years of this, I should've known the rest

Empty promises echo in the silence

Another broken pattern, more psychological violence

Feel my world cracking, can't escape this bed

Wishing for comfort, drowning in my head

**(Verse 2)**

"Communication's adulting," tried to keep it real

But you just said "Bye," wouldn't acknowledge how I feel

Made me feel crazy for wanting basic respect

After all these years, what did I expect?

Your sarcasm cuts deeper than you'll ever know

Taking pieces of my soul everywhere you go

BPD and your NPD, toxic combination

I'm done being your emotional donation

**(Pre-Chorus)**

All I needed was "I'm sorry"

But you can't say those words to me

**(Chorus)**

Heatwave and heartache, burning through my chest

Fifteen years of this, I should've known the rest

Empty promises echo in the silence

Another broken pattern, more psychological violence

Feel my world cracking, can't escape this bed

Wishing for comfort, drowning in my head

**(Bridge)**

You know me better than you know yourself

But my music, my pain, stays on the shelf

Never really listened, never really cared

All those songs for you, into the void they aired

"Don't sound live," you said without a thought

My voice, my soul, means absolutely naught

**(Final Chorus)**

Heatwave and heartache, but I'm drawing my own line

Can't keep sacrificing, won't keep drinking your wine

These empty promises won't echo anymore

I'm walking away from this psychological war

Yeah, I'm done cracking, rising from this bed

Finding my own comfort, clearing out my head

**(Outro)**

Maybe one day, this pain won't weigh me down

And healthier music will be my crown

I'm drawing the line, can't keep bending back

Gotta save myself, get my own life on track

In this desert heat, I'll find my way

Won't be your supply, not another day