Caving In Slow

[Verse 1]
Coffee gone cold on the counter
Ash in the sink like snow
Your note on the fridge said “sorry”
Then nothing but the slam of the door
I drank through the drawers and the closets
Looking for some version of me
Found porn tabs
Pills
And a pay stub
That said I ain’t shit
Just a fee
[Chorus]
I’m caving in slow
Like a roof in the rain
Every drop finds a weakness
Every thought is a stain
You left your ring by the bedside
Said “baby
I can’t pretend”
Now I fuck up my mornings
My evenings
My friends
Praying for a crash that don’t end
I’m caving in
Caving in again
[Verse 2]
Mom won’t pick up when I call her
Guess she’s heard this story before
“Yeah
I’m fine
I’m fine
I’m fucking fine”
Talking to a disconnected tone
Bills in a pile on the table
Like teeth in a bloody grin
Therapist said
“you’re avoiding”
I said
“yeah
I avoid waking up again”
[Chorus]
I’m caving in slow
Like a lung full of smoke
Every drag tastes like you did
Every word chokes my throat
You left your boots in the hallway
Said “I’m not your medicine”
Now I fuck every weekend
I lie
And I binge
Just to feel any goddamn thing
I’m caving in
Caving in again
[Bridge]
[Steel guitar and fiddle call-and-response
Low vocal hums]
I curse at the ceiling till morning
I dare it to finally fall
If there’s a god in this rotten old house
He’s watching me crawl
Watching me crawl (oh)
[Chorus]
I’m caving in slow
Like a prayer said too late
Every sin that I swallowed
Comes back on a plate
You took your light from the hallway
Left me with my rotten grin
Now I fuck up my chances
My body
My brain
Just to prove I was never worth saving
I’m caving in slow
Like a song that won’t end
Every line is an echo
Of the way that you left
So if I go down to the river
With a pocket of rust and gin
Let the water say softly
“you tried
My friend”
Then pull me right under my skin
I’m caving in
Caving in again

folk, Haunting indie folk-bluegrass, male vocals. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar and mournful fiddle trading lines with weeping steel guitar. Intimate, close-mic verse; choruses swell with stacked harmonies and a low, pulsing upright bass. Sparse brushed snare and shuffle in the second half, building to a raw, cracked-voice final chorus then dropping to a single guitar chord that hangs in the air., indie folk, bluegrass