Dead Phone, Bleeding Heart

[Verse 1]
Checked your page again
Yeah, I’m sick as hell
You look happy now
Guess I played myself
Left me on read
But you still in my head
Scroll your stories in the dark
Like I like the way it burns
I said I’d change
You knew I’d lie
Promise after promise
All of them high
[Chorus]
I’m a fuck-up, baby, say it
You ain’t never gotta save it
Dead phone, bleeding heart
You just watched me fall apart
I’m a fuck-up, you were right
Turn your memories into spite
You got healed, I got high
You moved on, I asked why (why, why)
[Verse 2]
You were in my bed
Now you in my past
Still I set a plate
Like you coming back
Toxic in my texts
Sweet talk, same mess
Tell you “I’m a better man”
Then ghost you when you land
You loved my pain
I loved your praise
We both fed the worst
Till it ate our days
[Chorus]
I’m a fuck-up, baby, say it
You ain’t never gotta save it
Dead phone, bleeding heart
You just watched me fall apart
I’m a fuck-up, you were right
Turn your memories into spite
You got healed, I got high
You moved on, I asked why
I’m a fuck-up, that’s my name
Turn my loss into a chain
Wear the guilt like something gold
Still that bed is staying cold (so cold)

rap, Dark R&B-pop trap ballad, male vocals. Minimal detuned bell loop, distant filtered pads, and a clipped half-time kick. Verses ride swung hi-hats and sub that blooms on key words; hook opens wider with stacked harmonies, airy ad-libs and a distorted bass swell. Subtle saturation on the lead, auto-tuned slips on the high notes for a broken, late-night feel., moody, beats, raw, minimal, pop, r&b