BORROWED TOMORROW [Intro — 0:00–0:06 | distant, restrained] Still borrowin’ from days I ain’t lived yet Wonder why I never wake up whole [Chorus — 0:06–0:17 | melodic, emotionally direct] I keep spendin’ tomorrow to get through tonight Every pill in my palm takes a piece of my life I don’t do it for fun, I just hate bein’ wide When it all gets too quiet, I hear what’s inside [Verse 1 — 0:17–0:41 | controlled, conversational melody] Woke up late with the chemical under my tongue Kept the water runnin’ loud, swallowed another one Felt my heart start to race while my whole body numb Called it panic in my head, then I doubled the sum Hid the bottle behind all the junk in my drawer You came in, I got tense when you stepped near the door Asked me why I look sick; I said, “Work,” like before You just stared at my face—you don’t buy it no more [Pre-Chorus — 0:41–0:47 | lift the melody slightly] Every promise gets cheap when I’m fiendin’ alone And the silence gets loud, so I reach for the known [Chorus — 0:47–0:58] I keep spendin’ tomorrow to get through tonight Every pill in my palm takes a piece of my life I don’t do it for fun, I just hate bein’ wide When it all gets too quiet, I hear what’s inside [Verse 2 — 0:58–1:21 | heavier emotion, same vocal pocket] You stopped yellin’ one night; that was worse than the fights Left a glass by my bed, then you turned out the lights I could tell by your hands you were done with my lies You were mournin’ me early while I was alive Got a graveyard of messages marked as unread Every “call when you’re up” knows I’m stuck in this bed I rehearse “I’m alright,” but it comes out half-dead Then I swallow the words and take somethin’ instead [Bridge — 1:21–1:27 | stripped-back, no vocal switch] I don’t wanna die, I just can’t face the hurt But each dose buys me peace while it makes the rest worse [Final Chorus — 1:27–1:39 | fuller, still one lead voice] I keep spendin’ tomorrow to get through tonight Every pill in my palm takes a piece of my life I don’t know if I’m ready, I just know I’m tired Of wakin’ up half-dead just to say I’m alive [Outro — 1:39–1:45 | exhausted, nearly spoken] If I make it till morning, I’ll pour out what’s left Not because I feel strong—I’m just tired of the debt
