[TITLE: Lessons Again] [ARTIST: sweetZombieJebus] [STYLE: Emo Alt-Pop] [MOOD: Introspective, Frustrated, Resolute] [TEMPO: 86 BPM] [KEY: E Minor]

[DRUMS: Punchy indie/alt kit; tight kick, dry snare, crisp hats; halftime feel in verses, full backbeat in choruses] [BASS: Warm, slightly overdriven electric bass anchoring the groove] [GUITARS: Clean, chorused arps in verses; layered distorted power chords in choruses; sparse post-rock swells in bridge] [SYNTHS: Subtle pad bed, detuned lead doubling the hook] [VOCALS: Confessional male lead; double-tracked choruses; airy harmonies on pre/bridge] [FX: Reverse vocal tails and tape stop into the bridge; glitchy stutter on last chorus line] [INTRO: 4 bars guitar arp + pad] [VERSE 1] [PRE-CHORUS] [CHORUS] [VERSE 2] [PRE-CHORUS] [CHORUS] [BRIDGE] [FINAL CHORUS + OUTRO] [VERSE 1] I wrote your story before you said a word Painted a future you never signed or heard Held onto outlines I drew in my head Read every silence as meaning instead [PRE-CHORUS] I swore last time would be the last time But here I am again, stuck on rewind [CHORUS] Why do I keep learning the same lesson twice? Falling for a mask, confusing truth with disguise Every warning sign keeps slipping through my hands Why can’t I see it before it happens again? [VERSE 2] You wore your charm like a costume made of glass I saw the fractures and still let it pass Every red flag waving, I called it a flame Told myself “different,” but it’s always the same [PRE-CHORUS] I swore last time would be the last time But here I am again, stuck on rewind [CHORUS] Why do I keep learning the same lesson twice? Falling for a mask, confusing truth with disguise Every warning sign keeps slipping through my hands Why can’t I see it before it happens again? [BRIDGE] Is it you, or is it me? Patterns I practice unconsciously I keep pretending I don’t know The mirror’s the only place left to go [FINAL CHORUS] Why do I keep learning the same lesson twice? If it costs my voice, then it isn’t right Every warning sign keeps slipping through my hands Until I break the cycle, I’ll be here again