(Intro — amp buzz, someone coughing, pick scrape)
Yeah…
You ever miss somebody you ain’t even allowed to have?
Yeah… that kind.
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(Chorus — shouted, off-key, ripped throat energy)
We rot in stereo,
Same dirt, different graves.
You taste like bad decisions,
I smell like your mistakes.
We don’t kiss, we just linger,
Like smoke in a vein.
We ain’t together —
Still we rot the same way.
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(Verse 1 — rap, loose, grimy delivery)
Yeah, I got your name stuck in my molars like rot,
Every word I spit taste like the blood that I cough.
You ain’t mine, I ain’t yours, still I move like I’m owned,
Like my spine got replaced with the echo you left.
I know how your hands shake when you try not to text,
Know the look in your eyes when you fake you got rest.
We don’t talk, we just orbit the wreck that we made,
Two flies in the bottle, both drunk on the same.
I tried liquor, tried pills, tried forgettin’ your face,
But you cling like the sweat on the back of my brain.
You the itch I keep scratchin’ ‘til the skin come apart,
You the splinter I push just to feel where you are.
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(Pre-Chorus — half-sung, cracking voice)
We don’t love, we don’t heal,
We just feed on the bruise.
Every time I walk out,
I still walk out with you.
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(Chorus — louder, guitars slamming)
We rot in stereo,
Same dirt, different graves.
You taste like bad decisions,
I smell like your mistakes.
We don’t kiss, we just linger,
Like smoke in a vein.
We ain’t together —
Still we rot the same way.
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(Verse 2 — rap, nastier, almost spiraling)
Yeah, you live in the static behind every song,
In the dead air moment when the night go wrong.
You the voice in my skull when the room go thin,
I’m the scar on your ribs you keep hidin’ in.
We ain’t lovers, we addicts, just hooked on the ache,
Two junkies for a feeling we too scared to take.
Every time that we pass, it’s a punch to the lung,
Like the world keep glitchin’ ‘cause we never begun.
Tried to cut the thread but it burrowed in deep,
Now it hums in my bones every time that I breathe.
We don’t choose, we don’t change, we just rot where we stand,
Two stains on the sink that won’t wash from the hands.
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(Bridge — screamed, then whispered)
(Scream)
IF I HELD YOU I’D PROBABLY RUIN YOU
(Whisper)
…so I ruin you from here instead.
(Build back in)
You’d destroy me if you stayed —
Guess that’s why we never did.
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(Final Chorus — chaotic, barely held together)
We rot in stereo,
Same dirt, same decay.
You’re the voice in my marrow,
I’m the ache in your day.
We don’t touch, we just poison
Every breath that we take.
We ain’t together —
Still we rot the same way.
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(Outro — feedback, muttered)
Yeah…
You’re not mine.
But you’re not gone either.