[Intro: Soft acoustic guitar, sub bass pulse, quiet breathing] [Verse 1: Soft spoken, conversational, minimal beat] Nine years since I heard your voice on the phone Said I’d call back when the week got slow Nine years turning into dust on the shelf While I was off somewhere losing myself [Pre-Chorus: Heavy 808 enters, whispered vocals, dark atmosphere] A knock on the door on a Tuesday afternoon My social worker sitting in the quiet room She said your name, then she held her breath I just stared at the floorboards, numb to the depth [Chorus: Melodic soft vocals, heavy distorted bass, slow crushing beat] And I took you for granted, thought tomorrow was guaranteed Now the distance between us is a wound that won’t bleed I kept waiting for a moment that’ll never arrive Didn’t make the trip while you were still alive No, I didn’t make the trip while you were still alive [Verse 2: Soft melodic rap, subtle electric guitar swell] "He’s gone," she said, but the words wouldn't land Felt like a joke that I couldn't understand Left the room, walked outside in the rain Waiting for the shock to turn into pain Just sitting in disbelief, denial in my head Nine whole years... now you're lying there dead [Pre-Chorus: Heavy 808 enters, whispered vocals, dark atmosphere] A knock on the door on a Tuesday afternoon My social worker sitting in the quiet room She said your name, then she held her breath I just stared at the floorboards, numb to the depth [Chorus: Melodic soft vocals, heavy distorted bass, slow crushing beat] And I took you for granted, thought tomorrow was guaranteed Now the distance between us is a wound that won’t bleed I kept waiting for a moment that’ll never arrive Didn’t make the trip while you were still alive [Bridge: Heavy trap metal beat drop, quiet/hushed vocal delivery, high tension] [Instrumental: Crushing distorted guitars, 808 bass, slow tempo] (Nine years...) Still waiting for the phone to ring... (Disbelief...) I should have bought the ticket... I should have taken the drive... [Outro: Acoustic guitar returns, sub bass fades, soft whisper] Nine years... and I ran out of time. Rest easy, dad. [Fade out] [End]
