[Tempo ~106 BPM, key D mixolydian. Clean fingerstyle Strat/Tele (no pick), lyrical fills between vocal lines; walking P-bass; brushed snare + light ride; subtle Hammond pad.] [Form: 4-bar guitar intro (signature lick) → V1 → Pre-Ch → Ch → Post → 4-bar melodic interlude → V2 → Pre-Ch → Ch → Post → 4-bar interlude → V3 → Pre-Ch → Ch → 16-bar tasteful guitar solo (motivic; bends, double-stops; no shredding) → Bridge (half-time pad swell) → Ch (reprise, lift) → 2-bar guitar tag on intro lick.] [Harmony vibe: Verses I–bVII–IV (D–C–G) with passing Em; Pre-Ch Bm–G–D; Chorus D–G–C–G with A/C# push back to D.] [Mix: lead vocal upfront/dry; guitars slightly wide; drums room verb; gentle bus glue; target −10.5 LUFS; leave micro-breaths.] [Intro] [Verse 1] Office in a corporate maze, nine-to-five in paper haze; second hand keeps dragging sand, thoughts go racing past the plan. Empty flat and evening air, truck-stop neon, TV glare; looking for a softer light, something warm to hold the night. [Pre-Chorus] Girl with no lines drawn, twenty-first-century heart. [Chorus] Hyped by the glossy magazines, she writes her rules upon her skin; but some old truths don’t change with time— every move brings a move back in. [Post-Chorus] Freedom’s what we learn by need, every choice still takes a fee. [Melodic Interlude] [Verse 2] Vodka with a splash of juice, meets three strangers on the loose; banter, dancing, easy grin, time speeds up—the room leans in. Laughter down the hallway tile, heartbeat running double-time; somewhere between want and doubt, curtains breathe—and we fade out. [Pre-Chorus] Girl with no lines drawn, twenty-first-century heart. [Chorus] Hyped by the glossy magazines, she writes her rules upon her skin; but some old truths don’t change with time— every move brings a move back in. [Post-Chorus] Freedom’s what we learn by need, every choice still takes a fee. [Melodic Interlude] [Verse 3] Morning’s got a hard-edged truth, sunlight shows the cost of youth; aching bones and braided dreams, blurred like half-forgotten scenes. “Should’ve asked for names,” she sighs, coffee cools and traffic cries; tries to file the night away, in a drawer marked “another day.” [Pre-Chorus] Girl with no lines drawn, twenty-first-century heart. [Chorus] Hyped by the glossy magazines, she writes her rules upon her skin; but some old truths don’t change with time— every move brings a move back in. [Solo: Guitar] [Bridge] Small towns love a borrowed joke, whispers ride the common smoke; lines appear where smiles had been, time rewrites the shape we’re in. Standing at a crossing gate, one quick moment bent her fate; still she hums a stubborn tune— who will meet her where she is soon? [Chorus – reprise] Hyped by the glossy magazines, she writes her rules upon her skin; but some old truths don’t change with time— every move brings a move back in. [Outro – tag] Freedom’s lesson, line by line— pay the price and draw the line.
