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JexT - Crashing Out

[[šŸŽ¶ Vibe Settings] Mood: Overstimulated, anxious, tender-but-raw Genre: Alt-Pop / Emo R&B / Cloud-Trap Tempo: 104 BPM (head-nod bounce, late-night energy) Style Influence: Lauv Ɨ LANY Ɨ Jeremy Zucker Ɨ blackbear Instruments: Muted electric guitar loops, airy polysynths, warm 808s, plucky arp, soft piano stabs Vocals: Breath-y lead, layered harmonies, confessional ad-libs FX Notes: Heartbeat kick, notification pings, typing clicks, voicemail beep, vinyl hiss tail] 🜁 Lyrics — ā€œCrashing Outā€ [Intro – voicemail beep + text ping] ā€œyo… i’m crashing out, bro. i’m fine—nah, i’m not. call me.ā€ [Verse 1] Bloodshot eyes and a midnight drive, Your hoodie riding shotgun like a second life. Caffeine tremors, hand on the wheel, Replay our fights till the edges peel. Said I’d be cool, but I lied to friends, Therapy Thursday, panic by 10. Scroll your page like a rosary bead, Mute your name but I still bleed. [Pre-Chorus] Breath in four, out six—won’t stick, Chest like a metronome click-click-click. We were neon, now it’s static and doubt, I say I’m okay while I’m blacking out. [Chorus] I’m crashing out over you— Red-line heart, no parachute. Saying ā€œI’m good,ā€ but the truth too loud, Head says heal, but my hands reach out. I’m crashing out, yeah, the signs don’t lie, Racing thoughts, no alibi. If love’s a high, then this is the comedown route— I’m crashing, I’m crashing out. [Verse 2] Friends say ā€œmove on,ā€ I ghost the group, Algorithm still feeds me you. Breathing app, midnight lap, Talking to God through a baseball cap. Half-typed texts that I never send, Still set a place for a maybe-end. You were my calm, you were my quake, Now every song is a stomach ache. [Pre-Chorus 2] We’re a car with the warning lights on, Love like a siren that won’t switch off. I keep the engine running on doubt, And tell the tow truck, ā€œdon’t come now.ā€ [Chorus] I’m crashing out over you— Red-line heart, no parachute. Saying ā€œI’m good,ā€ but the truth too loud, Head says heal, but my hands reach out. I’m crashing out, yeah, the signs don’t lie, Racing thoughts, no alibi. If love’s a high, then this is the comedown route— I’m crashing, I’m crashing out. [Bridge – half-spoken, half-sung; reverb/phone filter] It’s 2:41 and the room won’t breathe, Your shadow’s sleeping on my sleeve. If closure’s real, it missed my street— I keep the door cracked just in case we meet. I don’t want pity, I want a sign, That I wasn’t crazy to call you mine. Say ā€œwe’ll be okay,ā€ even if it’s a doubt— Whisper it slow while I’m crashing out. [Drop / Post-Bridge – vocal chop + heartbeat kick] crashing… crashing… crashing out don’t let me, don’t let me— [Final Chorus] I’m crashing out over you— Tire marks on the words we knew. If I disappear when the lights go down, Know I loved you past the sound. I’m crashing out, but I’ll find my ground, Hands off the wheel, let the spin slow down. If we ever try again, we’ll choose a safer route— Till then… yeah—I’m crashing out. [Outro – whispered over fading synths] I’ll sleep when the noise runs out. Till then… I’m crashing out.