Z

Begins with melancholic piano against muted trap-influenced drums, airy and distant, Fragile male vocals, close-mic'd, tremble in verses, subtly layered with breathy whispers and echo-drenched harmonies, Guitars bloom in with heavy reverb, slowcore textures enveloping the sound, Choruses expand cinematically, falsetto nearly breaking, layered ghost-like ad-libs haunting the mix, Dynamics swirl between intimate, sparse vulnerability and dramatic, saturated Pop-Rock crescendos, all under a moody bedroom-pop haze

[Verse] So… I was twenty-six. You popped so many balloons… Can you stay loyal to me? [Chorus - Harmonies] Even as the last alphabet, you chose me… Z… Z~~~~ Z~~~~ (You chose me) Z~~~~ Hmmm—woaaaa [Harmonies] [Verse] What makes it crazy is I’m seen as less than I am Valued as a quarter of what one should be Measured, reduced, underestimated But you see the whole of what I am Rational, not irrational Funny, not broken Not broken… into pieces (yeah) [Chorus - Harmonies] Even as the last alphabet, you chose me… Z… Z~~~~ Z~~~~ (You chose me) Z~~~~ Hmmm—woaaaa [Harmonies] [Harmonies] Oh—yeah—yeah—yeah (Z) Oh—yeah—yeah—yeah (Z) Oh—yeah—yeah—yeah (Z) Oh—yeah—yeah—yeah (Z) [Post-Harmonies] Yeah—why me? Z… Sincerely… Z [Outro] . . [Sounds like the phone is being hung up with a piano playing] . .

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