(90 BPM, half-time sludge-garage, blown-speaker slow-mo) [Verse 1] I traded my switchblade for a library card, but the pages still cut like the nights I’ve scarred. No nicotine halo, no whiskey flame— just black-coffee jitters and a guilt I can’t name. [Pre-Chorus] I’m slam-dancing quiet in a riot of one, screaming “I’m fine” at the setting sun. [Chorus] Straight-edge heart in a broken valve— clean veins, dirty thoughts, can’t solve. I kiss the curb instead of the bottle, but the crash inside still hits full-throttle. [Verse 2] Mom’s in the kitchen praying for the old me, I’m in the garage tuning to a slower key. Rust on the strings, rust in my lungs, still coughing up sparks from when I was young. [Bridge – spoken over single distorted chord] They said “grow up,” so I grew sideways— now every calm breath feels like a betrayal. [Final Chorus] Straight-edge heart in a broken valve— I quit the poison, kept the damage. If silence is violence, then I’m armed to the teeth— watch me mosh in slow motion till the daylight leaves. [Outro] One clean chord rings out, then dies like a promise I almost kept.
