Bound to Fail

Torn in Two

Nervous Wreck

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Landmines & Leftovers is a post-grunge reflection on love, conflict and the fine art of miscommunication.
Written after one of those days where everything almost works – until it doesn’t.
Gritty, melodic and bitter-sweet, with just enough self-awareness to sting.


Woke up calm but your tone was loaded
Peace talks died before they started
You want a partner, not a clone
But I can’t read your mind from my no-fly zone

Said you’re tired of doing it all
I step up, still take the fall
Set a boundary, take the hit
Guess I’m damned for even trying to fix it

We keep stepping on landmines and leftovers
Blowing up small talk into silent wars
Every smile’s got a loaded core
You say “relax” then slam the door
We’re bruised, confused, still standing somehow
But I can’t keep dancing through fallout now

One comment, and I’m public enemy
Even when I whisper, you weapon me
Your birthday turned into a scene
But I won’t apologize for trying to be seen

We keep stepping on landmines and leftovers
Kissing through gritted teeth and cold shoulders
What’s love if it needs to detonate
Every time we try to communicate
You want peace, I want out — and then
We start all over again

Maybe we’re built to bend and break
Maybe this storm is all we make
But I’d still rather crash with you
Than drive safe with anyone new

We keep stepping on landmines and leftovers
Digging through ash for what’s left of lovers
I’ll take the scars, the mess, the flame
As long as you still scream my name
We’re flawed, loud, burned and bruised —
But damn it, I still choose you

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