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Vinyl hiss, rain at the corner. My coat argues with the wind. I clock the minutes like lit cigarettes— no lift, no ride, just streetlight on puddles and your voice on loop: not tonight, be done, close it, listen. Back home, the door is papered with orders— neat tape, deadlines, the headline: plan hard or crash by thirty-three. I thumb the taped edge, smoke the morning thin, cut fringe at dawn and hate it. Bleach stings; the mirror clouds, asks, easy now—who do you want? Pick a lane, you say, then drag the sign across the road. Wrong when I speak. Wrong when I keep quiet. A snare-tight pause—one beat, nothing moves. let me breathe let me breathe set me free let me breathe You mail clean links: start Monday, punch in. By noon you call—where did you go? I am gold until I answer, guilty when I laugh, and tears are too much unless the clocks agree on a time when feeling is allowed. Too sharp, too slow, too loud, too soft— the labels multiply. I carry the blame like bags without handles, no room left for the strange thing I am. I won’t fit your grid. Truth over neat, every time. I walk off the paper, past dotted lanes and tidy arrows, into weather with no checkbox. Windows unhook. The room learns wind. The taped rules unpeel, ash and travel. A long hall of air opens, breath by breath; a sign falls face-down in the rain, unread— and over the rush I say: let me breathe let me breathe set me free let me breathe let me breathe.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro: 4b pad, vinyl hiss] [Tag: airy ad-lib, long tail] [Verse 1] You know I clock minutes Left me in rain by the corner Wind cuts my coat, no ride I hear your speech, fine Not tonight, I am done Close it one time, listen You taped neat rules on my door Plan hard or crash by thirty-three Sure, I chain-smoke these days Cut bangs at dawn, then hate Bleach, then cry at the mirror Ease up, who do you want [Pre: 3rds harmony, snare fill] You say pick a lane Then you move the sign Wrong when I speak Wrong when I keep quiet [Break: 1b stop] [Chorus: impact, double vox, call-response] let me breathe let me breathe set me free let me breathe [Verse 2: add arp] You send clean links for work Start Monday, punch the clock Then you call at noon, ask where I went I am gold till I talk Guilty when I laugh Tears are too much till clocks agree [Pre: thicker pads] Too sharp, too slow Too loud, too soft I carry the blame No room for misfits [Break: 1b stop] [Chorus: impact] let me breathe let me breathe set me free let me breathe [Bridge: vox+pad, no drums] I will not fit your grid I choose truth over neat [Chorus: bigger, octave stack, tamb] let me breathe let me breathe set me free let me breathe [Chorus x2] [Tag: reverb tail] [Outro: 4b hall, fade]
Song info
Dark alt-pop, one hundred bpm, D minor. Tight lofi kit, palm-mute guitar eighths, sub bass, Juno pad, felt piano ostinato. Slap delay lead, plate on BVs, soft clip master. Intro four bars pad then tag two bars. Verse close mic, pre lift with 3rds, break one bar stop. Chorus A A B A, hook within forty seconds, monosyllable bias on let me breathe. Verse two add arp. Bridge vox plus pad no drums. Final chorus x2 bigger with octave stack and tamb. Filter sweep into drops, tom fill before final. Active diction, concrete images, end lines on nouns or verbs.
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