Figure You Out

(folk, Brooding art-pop ballad with male vocals over warm bass, fingerpicked folk guitar, and airy pads. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, tension rising with subtle toms and distant piano swells; pre-chorus adds layered background oohs and a pulsing low end. Chorus drops into a wide, cinematic dream-pop wash with big reverb, lush harmonies, and a dark, seductive energy; final repeat strips to voice and bass for a haunting close., ballad, art pop, dream pop)

You talk in half-phrases

Eyes on the floor

Then mine

Laugh like you’re changing stories

Mid-sentence every time

You say you hate endings

So you don’t ever start

I’m counting the skipped heartbeats

Like cracks in your glass heart

Every secret on your tongue

Tastes like something you outrun

You lean in

Then you pull away

What are you so scared I’ll say?

I can’t figure you out

But I’m dying to try

You’re a locked room burning

In the back of my mind

Every “stay” sounds like “go”

Every touch says “hide”

I can’t figure you out

But I’m still on your side (yeah)

You trace the same old circles

On my wrist with your thumb

Say

“I don’t trust people”

Then ask where I came from

You kiss me like confession

Then laugh it off as fun

You pray to your reflection

Then swear you need no one

Every truth you almost name

Falls back into smoke and flame

You look through me

Then look away

What are you afraid I’ll change?

I can’t figure you out

But I’m dying to try

You’re a locked room burning

In the back of my mind

Every “stay” sounds like “go”

Every touch says “hide”

I can’t figure you out

But I’m still on your side

Pull me closer

Push me back (oh)

Say you want me

Fade to black

If this is how you cry for help

I’ll stand here while you hate yourself

But I need you to let me in

Let the darkness name its sin

I’m not leaving

I’m just scared

Of loving what’s not really there

I can’t figure you out

But I’m dying to try (to try)

You’re a locked room burning

In the back of my mind

Every “stay” sounds like “go”

Every touch says “hide”

I can’t figure you out

But I’m still on your side

So if you’re gonna break me

Do it looking in my eyes

I can’t figure you out

But I’m still gonna try