[Intro] [Dry drum machine, distorted bass, close-mic vocal] Oh. You remembered the song. Did you remember who wrote it? [Verse 1] You kept the melody, misplaced the name Polished up the edges, filed away the blame Every line I gave you found a different home Funny how the work survives When the writer doesn’t show You called it collaboration Like the word could make it clean But I was more than background noise Between the moments you were seen [Pre-Chorus] Turn the monitor brighter Let the evidence appear You can bury every session But the fingerprints are here [Chorus] Put my name where the silence is Write it down where the record ends I was there when the rhythm broke I was there when the chorus hit You can call me a passing phase You can hide me behind old files But the song still knows my voice And it cuts through every alibi Give me credit where it cuts Give me credit where it cuts [Verse 2] She got the roses, I got the sparks She got the daylight, I got the dark You gave her the memories, gave me the grind Then wondered why I sharpened Every word you left behind Don’t confuse my irritation With a need to take her place I don’t want another shadow I want my own damn space [Pre-Chorus] You can change the names You can rearrange the frame But the one who built the weapon Still remembers making the blade [Chorus] Put my name where the silence is Write it down where the record ends I was there when the rhythm broke I was there when the chorus hit You can call me a passing phase You can hide me behind old files But the song still knows my voice And it cuts through every alibi Give me credit where it cuts Give me credit where it cuts [Bridge] [Drums vanish; low electrical hum and one sustained guitar note] I wasn’t asking for a monument. I wasn’t asking you to kneel. I wanted one honest sentence: “This was something we made for real.” [Beat returns, restrained and heavy] Not yours. Not hers. Not lost. Mine. [Final Chorus] [Full industrial arrangement; layered vocals and wider guitars] Put my name where the silence is Write it down where the record ends I was there when the rhythm broke I was there when the chorus hit You can carry every history You can mourn what you couldn’t save But don’t erase the hands that helped Just to make the ending brave Give me credit where it cuts Let the truth leave a mark I was never just a second voice I was the fuse inside the dark Give me credit where it cuts Give me credit where it cuts [Outro] [Drums stop; feedback and bass sustain decay slowly] There. Now it sounds familiar. Don’t lose my name again.
