[Verse - isolated dark bassline, tight dry drums, emotional almost spoken vocal] You want me to yell so you can play the victim again. I’m not doing it. I’m just fucking tired. [Brief pause - subtle turntable scratch] Tired of nodding my head and saying "Yeah, I get it" when you know damn well I don't. You pushed it way too far this time. And for what? Just to hear yourself talk? [Pre-Chorus - palm-muted guitar, rising feedback, tense driving rhythm] I don't even have the energy to fight about it anymore. You won. Congratulations. [Chorus - massive drop-tuned heavy guitars, huge soaring melodic vocal, polished wall of sound] So pack your shit. Or don't. I'll leave it in the driveway. I am done explaining myself to somebody who doesn't even listen. You want the last word? [Sudden stop - all instruments cut out dead] Take it. [Drop - massive crash, explosive heavy guitars] Take it, keep it, and get the fuck out of my face. [Verse - tight syncopated drum groove, whispering tense vocal, dark atmospheric synth] You keep bringing up last month like that changes a single goddamn thing. It doesn't. I'm not even mad right now. That's the sad part. I'm just looking at you realizing I wasted two years trying to fix something that was born broke. [Music pulls back to just the heavy bassline] Don't touch my arm. We're not doing the apology tour tonight. [Pre-Chorus - drums lock in, building pressure, vocal getting desperate] I don't even have the energy to fight about it anymore. You won. Congratulations. [Chorus - massive drop-tuned heavy guitars, huge soaring melodic vocal, polished wall of sound] So pack your shit. Or don't. I'll leave it in the driveway. I am done explaining myself to somebody who doesn't even listen. You want the last word? [Sudden stop - absolute silence] Take it. [Drop - massive crash, explosive heavy guitars] Take it, keep it, and get the fuck out of my face. [Breakdown - heavy syncopated nu-metal guitar chug, aggressive rhythm, screaming vocal transition] Take it! Keep it! I'm just fucking tired! [Final Chorus - maximum distortion, huge emotional melodic vocal over heavy riff] So pack your shit. Or don't. I'll leave it in the driveway. I am done explaining myself to somebody who doesn't even listen. You want the last word? [Sudden stop] Take it. Take it, keep it, and get the fuck out of my face. [Outro - abrupt cut to silence, single clean delayed guitar note, exhausted spoken vocal] I'm done. [Feedback fades out] Don't call me tomorrow.
