I know what it looked like from outside I came home fucked up again Kept drinking till I couldn’t feel it Then got high to finish it [CHORUS - open voice, rising urgency] Whoa, believe me I’m not asking you to trust me yet I’m just trying not to use today That’s the only thing I’ll say Don’t count me out I’m still learning how to ride the comedown I can eat, I can sleep I can come home and stay I’m still here Still beating on [DROP] [VERSE 1 - low, intimate, controlled | dark closed hi-hats | sparse cymbals | vocal-forward] Swore the bottle was the last one Swore the bag was almost gone Then I watched another sunrise With the same damn clothes still on Every promise left my mouth Then the sickness changed the plan I kept chasing twenty minutes With whatever I could get [PRE-CHORUS - tightening, more exposed] You don’t have to say you trust me I know words don’t prove a thing I’m just getting through these hours Without breaking again [CHORUS - open voice, rising urgency | restrained high percussion | short cymbal tails | clear vocal space] Whoa, believe me I’m not asking you to trust me yet I’m just trying not to use today That’s the only thing I’ll say Don’t count me out I’m still learning how to ride the comedown I can eat, I can sleep I can come home and stay I’m still here Still beating on... [DROP] [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK | BASS SOLO | SURGICAL VOWEL-MORPHING A-O-I-E-U-OW-EW-Y | VOCODER | WARPED CALL-AND-RESPONSE | CALLBACK: CHORUS MELODY] (Whoa~...) [INSTRUMENTAL | SURGICAL FORMANT BASS SOLO | EVOLVING VOWEL MORPHS | CLEAN SINE SUB] (Whoa~...) [VERSE 2 - firmer delivery, building confidence] I got good at faking it Kept excuses on repeat Said I hadn’t slept in days Like that explained the way I’d speak I would vanish for a weekend Come back swearing I was through Then I’d tear through every drawer For that shit again [PRE-CHORUS - lifted, emotional pressure] I don’t need one more damn promise I need one day I follow through I need to feel the craving hit me And not do what I used to do [CHORUS - open voice, rising urgency | restrained high percussion | short cymbal tails | clear vocal space] Whoa, believe me I’m not asking you to trust me yet I’m just trying not to use today That’s the only thing I’ll say Don’t count me out I’m still learning how to ride the comedown I can eat, I can sleep I can come home and stay I’m still here Still beating on [DROP] [BRIDGE - nearly spoken, then rising] I know I came home loaded I know I broke your trust I blamed the hours, blamed the money Anything except the drugs Hating myself made me use I can’t undo what you saw I can only follow through Still beating... Still beating... Still beating on [FINAL CHORUS - widest vocal, raw edge] Whoa, believe me I’m not asking you to call me changed I made it through another bad night Without reaching for that shit Don’t count me out I’m done lying when I know I’m coming down I can eat, I can sleep I can come home and stay I’m still here I’m still here Still beating on Still beating... Still beating... Still beating on Still beating on
