The Gap

Alternative hip-hop, slow restless boom-bap pulse with hi-hat shuffle, cinematic dynamic production and low-building bass, fingerpicked acoustic-guitar arpeggios, restrained string accents, quiet acoustic bridge, fading guitar outro and sudden stop, low uncertain British male conversational rap shifting into vulnerable whispered spoken word and emotional melodic choruses

[Intro: Hesitant guitar arpeggio, restless slow hi-hat shuffle]

[Verse 1: Uncertain British male voice, conversational indie rap]
Older now... and the lines that used to be so clear
Keep moving every time I think I've got them pinned down here
Tried to help and made it worse, tried to stay quiet and that was wrong too
Nobody hands you the rulebook for what you're actually meant to do
The comics never showed the part where doing good gets complicated
Where the villain's got a reason... and the hero's overrated

[Chorus: Melodic alternative rap, emotional string accents]
There's a gap between the plan and the actual thing
Between the story that I drew and what the real world brings
Keep reaching for the version I was certain I could be
Keep landing somewhere short of it... somewhere short of me

[Verse 2: Reflective indie rap, bassline tightening]
Tried standing up again, got it wrong a different way this time
Every attempt just teaches me another way to miss the line
Everyone else seems to know the shape of who they're meant to become
I'm still holding the same crayon drawing, still not sure I'm done
Not asking for the answer handed to me on a plate
Just tired of guessing wrong and never knowing till it's too late

[Chorus: Melodic alternative rap]
There's a gap between the plan and the actual thing
Between the story that I drew and what the real world brings
Keep reaching for the version I was certain I could be
Keep landing somewhere short of it... somewhere short of me

[Bridge: Sudden stop, quiet acoustic guitar only, spoken word]
Maybe the gap doesn't close. 
Maybe you just learn to live in it. 
Didn't know that yet... Still don't, some days.

[Chorus: Low building rhythm, deeply emotional delivery]
There's a gap between the plan and the actual thing
Still no closer to knowing what the real world brings
Still holding onto some part of that old design
Even as it slips a little further out of line

[Outro: Guitar arpeggio fading, vulnerable whispered spoken word]
Still trying to be him. 
Just don't know how anymore.

[Fade Out]
[End]

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[Intro: Hesitant guitar arpeggio, restless slow hi-hat shuffle] [Verse 1: Uncertain British male voice, conversational indie rap] Older now... and the lines that used to be so clear Keep moving every time I think I've got them pinned down here Tried to help and made it worse, tried to stay quiet and that was wrong too Nobody hands you the rulebook for what you're actually meant to do The comics never showed the part where doing good gets complicated Where the villain's got a reason... and the hero's overrated [Chorus: Melodic alternative rap, emotional string accents] There's a gap between the plan and the actual thing Between the story that I drew and what the real world brings Keep reaching for the version I was certain I could be Keep landing somewhere short of it... somewhere short of me [Verse 2: Reflective indie rap, bassline tightening] Tried standing up again, got it wrong a different way this time Every attempt just teaches me another way to miss the line Everyone else seems to know the shape of who they're meant to become I'm still holding the same crayon drawing, still not sure I'm done Not asking for the answer handed to me on a plate Just tired of guessing wrong and never knowing till it's too late [Chorus: Melodic alternative rap] There's a gap between the plan and the actual thing Between the story that I drew and what the real world brings Keep reaching for the version I was certain I could be Keep landing somewhere short of it... somewhere short of me [Bridge: Sudden stop, quiet acoustic guitar only, spoken word] Maybe the gap doesn't close. Maybe you just learn to live in it. Didn't know that yet... Still don't, some days. [Chorus: Low building rhythm, deeply emotional delivery] There's a gap between the plan and the actual thing Still no closer to knowing what the real world brings Still holding onto some part of that old design Even as it slips a little further out of line [Outro: Guitar arpeggio fading, vulnerable whispered spoken word] Still trying to be him. Just don't know how anymore. [Fade Out] [End]

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