Handcuffed (To You)

rock, Raw, blown-out garage-pop-punk at 190 BPM: snotty male vocals pushed on top, gang “oh!” shouts and tight call-and-response, Crunchy downstroked guitars, simple root-note bass, trashy kit with constant cymbal wash, Verses stay tight and palm-muted, choruses explode wide with chantable hooks, double-time energy, and a messy, live-in-the-basement feel, pop, punk, raw, tone, male vocals

V4.5+

Met you drunk behind the taco stand You stole my fries and my favorite band You said "Relax I'm a walking red flag" Now my heart's in the trunk And I'm tied to the back of your trash bag I’m handcuffed (to you) This is so stupid But it’s kinda cute You’re bad for my health I still bring snacks to your dates with someone else I lost the key and you lost your chill I hate your guts but I love you still I’m handcuffed (to you) Yeah I’m an idiot But I guess you are too You text “K.” and I overthink it You steal my hoodie Then you never shrink it You call me “boy” when you want a free ride Then you talk for an hour ’Bout your ex you’re “totally done with this time” I’m handcuffed (to you) This is so stupid But it’s kinda cute You’re bad for my brain I write your name on my bills and my veins You drive me nuts Then you drive my car Crash my plans and you call it “art” I’m handcuffed (to you) Yeah I’m a clown in love With a circus like you You say “We’re chill” I hear “We’re doomed” You say “It’s casual” I’m naming our kids in my head in your room You say “We’re done” I say “Ok… cool” Then answer your call On the way outta therapy Who’s the fool? I’m handcuffed (to you) This is so tragic that it loops to cute You’re broke I’m broke We split the check and my last hope If love’s a crime Then lock me up You keep the key and I’ll keep this pup I’m handcuffed (to you) Yeah You’re a bad idea And I’m seeing it through Handcuffed! (to you) Handcuffed! (to you) You ruin my life But what else is new? Handcuffed! (to you) Handcuffed! (to you) You’re terrible Awful And somehow my favorite doom

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