Alternative endings, I play 'em in my headLike what if I stayed, or what if I never saidThe things that ripped the stitches right out of the wound?Now I’m howling at a cold and a hollow moonI’m wearing your old hoodie just to feel the ghost of heatWhile the rain plays a rhythm on the empty streetLil' piece of my soul left the day you closed the doorI don’t even know who I’m living for anymore.
: Use trap-style rolling hi-hats but keep the snare "wet" with a long decay. If you’d like to keep working on this, let me know: Should we change the ending (bittersweet vs. totally dark)?
The city lights are blurring through the rain on the windshield, and the radio is playing a ghost of a melody you haven't heard in years. This piece captures that specific ache of missing someone who is still right there, but feels worlds away. The Soundscape
And it’s a long way down from the pedestal I put you onI’m waking up to the static of a grey-skied dawnYou’re a nostalgic fever dream, a pill I shouldn’t takeA beautiful disaster and a heart I had to breakYeah, you’re the ink in my veins and the salt in the seaEverything I wanted, and the death of me.
(Music strips back to just the raw guitar)Don’t look back.Please don’t look back.Because if you see me like this...You’ll know you won.(Drum beat kicks back in with heavy distortion)
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Alternative endings, I play 'em in my headLike what if I stayed, or what if I never saidThe things that ripped the stitches right out of the wound?Now I’m howling at a cold and a hollow moonI’m wearing your old hoodie just to feel the ghost of heatWhile the rain plays a rhythm on the empty streetLil' piece of my soul left the day you closed the doorI don’t even know who I’m living for anymore.
: Use trap-style rolling hi-hats but keep the snare "wet" with a long decay. If you’d like to keep working on this, let me know: Should we change the ending (bittersweet vs. totally dark)?
The city lights are blurring through the rain on the windshield, and the radio is playing a ghost of a melody you haven't heard in years. This piece captures that specific ache of missing someone who is still right there, but feels worlds away. The Soundscape
And it’s a long way down from the pedestal I put you onI’m waking up to the static of a grey-skied dawnYou’re a nostalgic fever dream, a pill I shouldn’t takeA beautiful disaster and a heart I had to breakYeah, you’re the ink in my veins and the salt in the seaEverything I wanted, and the death of me.
(Music strips back to just the raw guitar)Don’t look back.Please don’t look back.Because if you see me like this...You’ll know you won.(Drum beat kicks back in with heavy distortion)
