[Verse 1] You turned our Sunday mornings Into records full of rain, Made a melody of leaving, Made a chorus out of pain. I hear myself in every album, Though you never say my name, And I guess I should be grateful That our love became your fame. [Pre-Chorus] I know we had our reasons, I know we had our time, But it's strange to hear our breakup Sung in perfect three-four time. [Chorus] Every ex gets a song, Every goodbye gets a tune, Every heart you ever broke Gets a place beneath the moon. And I'm glad that we happened, Wouldn't change a thing we knew, But it's strange to be a memory That keeps singing back to you. [Instrumental Break — Expressive electric guitar solo] [Warm Stratocaster tone, clean amp with subtle overdrive, soulful blues phrasing, melodic bends, tasteful vibrato, double-stops, spacious pauses, gradually building intensity. Live drums and bass maintain a relaxed groove. No vocals.] [Verse 2] There's a stranger in your bedroom With my story on repeat, And a thousand people singing About the way you couldn't sleep. I suppose it's quite a gift To make a little beauty grow, But do you ever miss somebody Without putting on a show? [Bridge — Stripped-back arrangement] Maybe love is just a language That you never learned to speak Unless somebody's listening And the record's on repeat. I don't want you to forget me, I don't need to hear you cry, I just wonder if you love us Or the songs we leave behind. [Electric Guitar Solo — Extended instrumental] [More passionate blues-rock lead guitar, singing sustained notes, expressive bends, wide vibrato, melodic call-and-response phrases, fluid pentatonic runs. Gradual crescendo with Hammond organ, bass and live drums. Emotional climax, then a short descending guitar phrase leads into the final chorus. No vocals.] [Final Chorus — Full band] Every ex gets a song, Every ending gets its due, And I'm thankful for the chapters That I got to spend with you. But if I ever cross your mind, Let the silence have its turn, Not every bridge needs music, Not every heartache needs a verse. [Outro — Guitar-led fade] I still play your records sometimes, Though I never sing along. It's a beautiful thing you do, love— It's just strange to be a song. [Outro Guitar Solo] [Gentle electric guitar fills, warm sustained notes, subtle blues vibrato, sparse melodic phrases over soft bass and drums. Natural live-band ending, final lingering guitar note with warm reverb.]
