
[[š¶ 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 Ć LANY Ć Jeremy Zucker Ć 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] š Lyrics ā āCrashing Outā [Intro ā voicemail beep + text ping] āyo⦠iām crashing out, bro. iām fineānah, iām 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 Iād 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 sixāwonāt stick, Chest like a metronome click-click-click. We were neon, now itās static and doubt, I say Iām okay while Iām blacking out. [Chorus] Iām crashing out over youā Red-line heart, no parachute. Saying āIām good,ā but the truth too loud, Head says heal, but my hands reach out. Iām crashing out, yeah, the signs donāt lie, Racing thoughts, no alibi. If loveās a high, then this is the comedown routeā Iām crashing, Iām crashing out. [Verse 2] Friends say āmove 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] Weāre a car with the warning lights on, Love like a siren that wonāt switch off. I keep the engine running on doubt, And tell the tow truck, ādonāt come now.ā [Chorus] Iām crashing out over youā Red-line heart, no parachute. Saying āIām good,ā but the truth too loud, Head says heal, but my hands reach out. Iām crashing out, yeah, the signs donāt lie, Racing thoughts, no alibi. If loveās a high, then this is the comedown routeā Iām crashing, Iām crashing out. [Bridge ā half-spoken, half-sung; reverb/phone filter] Itās 2:41 and the room wonāt breathe, Your shadowās sleeping on my sleeve. If closureās real, it missed my streetā I keep the door cracked just in case we meet. I donāt want pity, I want a sign, That I wasnāt crazy to call you mine. Say āweāll be okay,ā even if itās a doubtā Whisper it slow while Iām crashing out. [Drop / Post-Bridge ā vocal chop + heartbeat kick] crashing⦠crashing⦠crashing out donāt let me, donāt let meā [Final Chorus] Iām crashing out over youā Tire marks on the words we knew. If I disappear when the lights go down, Know I loved you past the sound. Iām crashing out, but Iāll find my ground, Hands off the wheel, let the spin slow down. If we ever try again, weāll choose a safer routeā Till then⦠yeahāIām crashing out. [Outro ā whispered over fading synths] Iāll sleep when the noise runs out. Till then⦠Iām crashing out.

