Title: "Rearview Mirror" Tempo: 128 BPM Style: Dance / French House [Intro] (A dirty, distorted synth bass growls in. A drum fill like a machine gun leads into a high-octane 4/4 beat.) (Spoken, clipped) Shift. Drive. Goodbye. [Verse 1] You’re a script that I’ve finished reading A fever that is finally receding You played the strings like a cheap guitar But I’m the one who’s driving the car You thought your gravity would keep me still But I’m already halfway up the hill Don’t look surprised, don't look so blue I’ve got better things to do than get over you. [Pre-Chorus] (Music starts to "pump" with side-chain compression) One strike—you’re out of fashion Two strikes—I’ve lost the passion Three strikes—it’s just a game And I’ve forgotten your name. [Chorus] (Total explosion of sound—heavy guitars and bright synths) I’m moving at the speed of light Leaving all your shadows in the night You were a lesson, a glitch, a mistake A hollow promise that I had to break (No tears) To blur the mascara (New year) A brand new era I’m not looking back, I’m passing through I’ve got better things to do than get over you! [Verse 2] (Bassline becomes more syncopated and "squelchy") You tried to trap me in a velvet cage But I’ve already turned the final page You’re a low-res ghost in a high-def world Watch the banner as it gets unfurled I’m the headline, you’re the footnote now Go ahead and take your final bow. [Bridge] (Beat drops out—only a ticking percussion like a clock and a robotic synth) Tick-tock. Your time is up. (Filter opens up, sound gets brighter and louder) I’m not "healing." I’m not "trying." I’m not even bothering with crying. (Sudden silence for one beat) I’m just... gone. [Final Chorus] I’m moving at the speed of light Leaving all your shadows in the night You were a lesson, a glitch, a mistake A hollow promise that I had to break (No tears) To blur the mascara (New year) A brand new era I’m not looking back, I’m passing through I’ve got better things to do than get over you! [Outro] (Fast-paced disco-rock outro with ad-libs) Better things to do! (So much better!) You’re in the rearview now. (La-la, la-la-la...) (The song ends abruptly on a sharp snare hit) Done.
