Just to Feel Something Real

Minimalist Americana, alt-country, dark indie folk

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[Intro]
[clean electric guitar with slow tremolo, lots of open space, atmospheric silence]

[Verse 1]
[low energy, intimate vocals, guitar only]
I'm staring at the wall while you're talking about your day
Trying to count up all the things I'm never actually gonna say
The coffee’s been cold for an hour and the TV is too loud
It’s a painful kind of lonely being alone in this house
I’m looking at the door while you’re checking the time
Just going through the motions of this stupid pantomime
But when we’re finally back in the bed
Every single reason just rots in my head

[Chorus]
[steady kick drum pulse starts, build energy slightly]
This is the only thing I didn't fake
(The only part of the lie that was true)
You’re the only thing my body craves
(The only time I can stand to be with you)
Fucking you is the only truth
Just to feel something real for a change

[Verse 2]
[drop back to sparse guitar, muted notes]
You’re asking what I want for dinner tonight
Like everything is fine, like everything's alright
The dishes in the sink, the dust on the floor
I can’t even remember what we’re...

[Chorus 2]
[fuller guitar sound, more aggressive tremolo]
The sex is the only thing I didn't fake
(The only part of the lie that was true)
Your hands on my neck is all my body craves
(The only time I can stand to be with you)
Choking on you is the only truth
Just to feel something real for a change

[Bridge]
[high energy, frantic, distorted clean guitar, rhythmic and heavy]
Fist in my hair, fuck me from behind
shove the spit and the grit through the back of my mind
Break the rhythm of the life that I hate
Pound the sound of the silence away with your weight
Harder, faster, I don't care if it hurts
Keep hitting the bottom until the room starts to blur
Wrap your hands tight, fucking choke me until
I’m nothing but a body that’s finally still
Fuck the "pantomime," fuck "how was your day"
Just fuck me and shut up, I don't care what you say

[Final Chorus]
[peak intensity, layered vocals, desperate delivery]
The sex is the only thing I don't want to fake
(But even the bruises are starting to fade)
Your tongue on my clit is all my body craves
(I’ll just lay here. Fuck me in the bed that we’ve made)
Cumming on your face is the only truth I had left
(But I’m still awake. Why am I even here?)

[Outro]
[sudden drop to just clean electric guitar, very slow]
Fucking you is just another routine
I can't pretend to be here another day
[Fade to silence]
[End]

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[Intro] [clean electric guitar with slow tremolo, lots of open space, atmospheric silence] [Verse 1] [low energy, intimate vocals, guitar only] I'm staring at the wall while you're talking about your day Trying to count up all the things I'm never actually gonna say The coffee’s been cold for an hour and the TV is too loud It’s a painful kind of lonely being alone in this house I’m looking at the door while you’re checking the time Just going through the motions of this stupid pantomime But when we’re finally back in the bed Every single reason just rots in my head [Chorus] [steady kick drum pulse starts, build energy slightly] This is the only thing I didn't fake (The only part of the lie that was true) You’re the only thing my body craves (The only time I can stand to be with you) Fucking you is the only truth Just to feel something real for a change [Verse 2] [drop back to sparse guitar, muted notes] You’re asking what I want for dinner tonight Like everything is fine, like everything's alright The dishes in the sink, the dust on the floor I can’t even remember what we’re... [Chorus 2] [fuller guitar sound, more aggressive tremolo] The sex is the only thing I didn't fake (The only part of the lie that was true) Your hands on my neck is all my body craves (The only time I can stand to be with you) Choking on you is the only truth Just to feel something real for a change [Bridge] [high energy, frantic, distorted clean guitar, rhythmic and heavy] Fist in my hair, fuck me from behind shove the spit and the grit through the back of my mind Break the rhythm of the life that I hate Pound the sound of the silence away with your weight Harder, faster, I don't care if it hurts Keep hitting the bottom until the room starts to blur Wrap your hands tight, fucking choke me until I’m nothing but a body that’s finally still Fuck the "pantomime," fuck "how was your day" Just fuck me and shut up, I don't care what you say [Final Chorus] [peak intensity, layered vocals, desperate delivery] The sex is the only thing I don't want to fake (But even the bruises are starting to fade) Your tongue on my clit is all my body craves (I’ll just lay here. Fuck me in the bed that we’ve made) Cumming on your face is the only truth I had left (But I’m still awake. Why am I even here?) [Outro] [sudden drop to just clean electric guitar, very slow] Fucking you is just another routine I can't pretend to be here another day [Fade to silence] [End]

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