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Hits Slow

DJ Second//Pass
A melancholic indie folk song with a moderate tempo of 80 BPM in the key of E minor, The instrumentation features a clean electric guitar playing arpeggiated chords, a subtle bass guitar providing a walking bass line, and a drum kit with a soft, brushed snare sound and a prominent kick drum, The male lead vocal is delivered in a smooth, breathy baritone, often layered with harmonies in the choruses, The song structure follows a verse-chorus format with a bridge and an outro, Production elements include a warm, slightly reverbed mix, giving the song an intimate and reflective atmosphere, The melody is largely diatonic, with a focus on sustained notes and a gentle, flowing contour, The chord progression is primarily i-VI-VII-III in the verses and i-VII-VI-V in the choruses, creating a sense of longing and introspection, There are occasional vocal ad-libs and subtle guitar fills that add to the emotional depth of the track

I wasn't even trying to stay up Just sat down for a second and the quiet started pulling at me Your cup's still on the table, I keep walking past it Like I don't see it, beds a mess on your side It dips the same way every time I sit down I don't know why I still check it Habit, I guess, or something worse It's always nights like this, half awake, brain drifting And suddenly you're here again Like the room kept a copy of you I never agreed to That ache hits slow, right under the ribs, same place every time I tell myself I'm fine, then some stupid A smell, a shadow pulls you right back into me it feels wrong Feels good, feels like I never figured out how to stop wanting you Your jacket's still on the chair, I pick it up sometimes And put it right back like I caught myself doing something I shouldn't It's raining tonight, air smells like you again That warm, clean thing you always had after showers The floor creaks by the door and for a second I swear it's you moving Embarrassing to admit it But I don't hate the thought People say you get over things, I don't know Some stuff just settles in and stays, not loud, just there That ache hits slow, right under the ribs, same place every time I tell myself I'm fine, then some stupid A smell, a shadow pulls you right back into me. it feels wrong Feels good, feels like I never figured out how to stop wanting you I'm leaving the light on It makes the room feel less empty That's all That ache hits slow, right under the ribs, same place every time I tell myself I'm fine, then some stupid A smell, a shadow pulls you right back into me it feels wrong Feels good, feels like I learned everthing except how to stop wanting you