Six Feet Under the Good Guy

[Verse 1]
Met you in a Sunday dress
Pretty little lie in a floral print
Said you loved the way I cared
Then you taught me how to never mean it
You said, “Baby, love is war”
Put a shovel right into my hand
You pointed at my better half
Said, “Dig, if you wanna be a man”
[Pre-Chorus]
I swore I’d guard every heart like mine
You laughed and poured gasoline on that line
Watched my halo hit the mud in your yard
Yeah, you turned soft hands into something hard
[Chorus]
Six feet under, the good guy’s gone
You handed me the dirt, said, “Boy, hold on”
I buried every promise that I ever made
Laid a part of me down in that shallow grave
Now I don’t trust love, I just load my gun
You taught me how to cut and run
Yeah, you killed that kid who believed in “forever”
Six feet under, I don’t trust nobody ever
[Verse 2]
Used to give second, third, fourth chances
Now I count red flags like advances
You kissed me, said, “This is how you win”
Right before you walked out with my best friend
You carved, “Never let ‘em close”
Like scripture in my rattled brain
Now my heart’s got barbed-wire posts
Every gate locked tight with your name
[Pre-Chorus]
You said tears are just tricks they play
So I laugh when I feel them anyway
You left me here with your rules in my chest
“Hit first, hit hard, then forget the rest”
[Chorus]
Six feet under, the good guy’s gone
You handed me the dirt, said, “Boy, hold on”
I buried every promise that I ever made
Laid a part of me down in that shallow grave
Now I don’t trust love, I just load my gun
You taught me how to cut and run
Yeah, you killed that kid who believed in “forever”
Six feet under, I don’t trust nobody ever
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
If I ever say “I love you”
Just know I’m lying through my teeth
You’re the ghost that taught me how to do it
While I was crying in the driver’s seat
[spoken, half-rap]
Good guy’s gone, put the dirt on his face
You stood there smiling like you liked that taste
Now every “hi” feels like a setup and sting
Every “trust me” sounds like your ring
[Chorus]
Six feet under, the good guy’s gone
You handed me the dirt, said, “Boy, hold on”
I buried every promise that I ever made
Laid a part of me down in that shallow grave
Now I don’t trust love, I just load my gun
You taught me how to cut and run
Yeah, you killed that kid who believed in “forever”
Six feet under, I don’t trust nobody ever

rap, Dark country-rap crossover: twangy acoustic and dobro over a heavy, swung trap kit, deep 808-style bass, and eerie piano hits. Verses are half-spoken, half-spit with a gravelly male vocal; chorus opens into a raw, melodic hook with stacked harmonies and distant gang vocals. Big dynamic lift into the last hook with distorted guitars and pounding toms., sad, country