[Intro – quiet room tone, faint clean guitar beginning underneath] [Female vocal – spoken softly, tired] So... that's everything, then? [Pause] Right. [Longer pause] You can keep the mug. [Quiet, uncomfortable laugh] No, seriously. I never liked the fucking thing anyway. [Pause] ...Don't. Don't look at me like that. [Clean guitar settles into the opening progression] [Verse 1 – intimate female vocal, slightly raspy] You brought my jumper in a cardboard box, Folded like you always did, neater than I ever was. Found my spare key underneath your books, Put it in my hand and couldn't quite look. I waited for anger. Waited for blame. For one stupid sentence to set me aflame. But you just said: “I think this is everything.” And I fucking hated how gentle you sounded. [Pre-Chorus – subtle build] Could've lied to me. Could've slammed the door. Could've given me something ugly to remember you for. But you stood there trying not to cry. [Female vocal – rougher] Couldn't you just be a bastard one time? [Chorus – emotional melodic punk vocal] I wish you'd done something wrong. Give me something I can hate you for. Break my trust. Call me names. Put somebody else's picture in an old fucking frame. I wish you'd done something wrong. Anything to make leaving easy. But you still look at me like you know me— and I still love you. [Female vocal – quieter] That's the fucking problem. [Instrumental – warm distorted guitar enters] [Verse 2 – conversational melodic delivery] Told our friends there wasn't a fight. Nobody cheated. Nobody lied. They keep asking what happened to us. I keep saying: “Nothing.” And that's not enough. They want a reason. I fucking do too. Something clean I can pin this onto. But we just got quieter month after month, Till loving each other wasn't fixing enough. [Pre-Chorus – drums building harder] I could forgive a mistake. I could scream at a lie. I could burn all your letters and tell everyone why. But what the fuck am I supposed to do when nothing terrible happened— [Female vocal – strained] and I still have to lose you? [Chorus – fuller, rougher] I wish you'd done something wrong. Give me something I can hate you for. Break my trust. Make me ashamed. Give me one fucking reason to spit out your name. I wish you'd done something wrong. Anything to make leaving easy. But you're still you. And I'm still me. [Female vocal – breaking slightly] And apparently that wasn't enough. [Instrumental Break – emotional distorted guitar, pounding but restrained drums] [Bridge – instrumentation drops to guitar and bass] [Female vocal – close, vulnerable] Don't hug me. Please. Don't tell me I'll be alright. Don't say “Maybe someday.” Don't tell me to take care tonight. Don't make this harder by being fucking fair. [Pause] I need to walk away and pretend I don't care. So give me something. Anything. Say you never loved me. [Long pause] [Female vocal – very quiet] You can't. Can you? [Drums begin building] Fuck. [Final Verse – increasingly raw melodic delivery] Maybe that's worse than betrayal could be: Knowing you tried just as hard as me. Knowing there's nobody to punish or blame, No villain to curse, no mistake to name. Just two people who wanted this badly, watching it die without anyone leaving it bleeding. [Voice becoming strained] And I know someday I'll remember the good. I know someday I'll be glad that I could. But tonight I need anger. Tonight I need hate. [Shout-sung] BECAUSE MISSING YOU HURTS MORE THAN BLAME! [Band surges] [Final Chorus – huge raw scream-sung punk vocal] I WISH YOU'D DONE SOMETHING WRONG! GIVE ME SOMETHING I CAN HATE YOU FOR! BREAK MY HEART LIKE YOU MEANT TO BREAK IT! MAKE ME REGRET EVERY FUCKING SECOND! I WISH YOU'D DONE SOMETHING WRONG! DON'T MAKE ME MISS YOU LIKE THIS! DON'T STAND THERE STILL BEING SOMEONE— [Voice cracks into harsh shout] I DON'T KNOW HOW TO STOP FUCKING LOVING! [Instrumental continues, then pulls back] [Female vocal – exhausted] I wish you'd done something wrong. [Pause] You didn't. [Long pause] Neither did I. [Outro – clean guitar returns] [Female vocal – barely above a whisper] Take care, yeah?
