🎧 Track: Love Won’t Pack Its Things
Genre: Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
Mood: Bittersweet • Melancholic • Ironically Devastated
Tempo: Midtempo (~92 BPM)

A jangly, melancholic anthem for anyone still haunted by love that overstayed its welcome. “Love Won’t Leave” wraps emotional devastation in melodic wit — bittersweet verses sharpened by baritone deadpan, set against glimmering guitar lines, melodic bass runs, and dry, punchy drums.

The lyrics cut deep with poetic irony: a year has passed, but love lingers like damp in the walls. This is the sound of trying to exorcise a ghost with your record collection, kissing doppelgängers, and burning the bed just to feel something new — only to wake up whispering the same name.

“You killed the spark, then walked away / But love won’t leave. It loves to stay.”

📍Best played loud at midnight with headphones and too much

Lyrics:

It’s been a year — I counted twice
Still flinch at kindness, still pay the price
You slammed the door, I wrote a song
You moved on fast — I moved on… wrong

You had a glare that peeled paint off the wall
A voice like frostbite, and no heart at all
But here I sit with your ghost in my head
Love won’t leave, though it’s better off dead

Love won’t pack its things and go
I beg, I plead — but it says no
I burned your pictures, blocked your name
Still wake up whispering just the same
It’s not fair — and it’s not kind
To trap my heart and rob my mind
You were a mess — you made me pay
But love won’t leave. It wants to stay

I kissed someone with your shade of hair
Felt nothing much — just stale despair
I list your crimes like shopping lists
But longing edits every twist

I screamed you out through post-punk songs
Played jangle chords all autumn long
Still, some nights — you're just there somehow
Like damp that rises through the now

Love won’t pack its things and go
No matter how I tell it so
I changed the locks, I burned the bed
Still dream of you inside my head
You were a storm — a flash, a curse
But silence now is even worse
You killed the spark, then walked away
But love won’t leave. It loves to stay

I paint you cruel in every scene
I write you out — still you're between
The lines I cross, the friends I lose
The songs I write. The lives I bruise

Love won’t pack its things and go
I talk in echoes, move too slow
You’re not the one I need today
But love just won’t get out the way
I want release — I beg, I pray
But love’s a squatter. And it won’t pay

Love Won’t Pack Its Things

Welcome to the emotional breakdown you can tap your foot to.

This is bittersweet indie rock for anyone who's ever been told “great job” and responded with a sarcastic grunt, only to cry about it later in the break room. A jangle pop shimmer wraps around a post-punk spine, while guitars sparkle like cheap champagne under flickering office lights, and the bassline grooves with the quiet confidence of someone who definitely read the manual twice.

Vocals? Conversational, like you're overhearing a genius complain to a vending machine.
Lyrics? Oh, just your usual mix of solder fumes, time loops, and existential microns.

🎸 Clean guitars twinkle with emotional repression.
🥁 Drums march like a to-do list with abandonment issues.
🎤 The chorus—“Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway…”—is the sound of someone almost taking a compliment, then tripping over it.

This isn’t just a song. It’s a melodic sigh, a shrug in four-four time, a hug for the burnout romantics who still believe in precision, even if only to escape their feelings.

🔩 For the overthinkers.
📉 For the under-celebrators.
💔 For the blueprint poets.

“Why am I — always this guy?”
We don’t know, man. But your suffering sounds fantastic.

Lyrics:

My coat smells like solder and sleepless regret
I trace blue lines with a cigarette
The cleaner hums, the deadline leers
It’s Monday again — or is it next year?

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Staring down ghosts through a laser eye
Chasing one micron ‘til my soul goes blind
Clock hands spin but I stay behind
My oh my — just leave me alone
I’m twenty-two in a thirty-zone 🎶

I talk to machines more than I talk to friends
I fix what’s broken — then break it again
Dreams dissolve in factory light
We build the stars, but forget the night

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Falling for rules I forgot to defy
Measuring worth in invisible lines
Living on graphs, avoiding the signs
My oh my — just leave me alone
I’m still in the lab when the lights are gone 🎶

And we all said we’d change the world
Now we redraw specs and wipe the curls
Every win’s a softer fall
We miss the glitch, then fix it all

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Trapped in a dance where the beat won’t die
One micron left, one breath to take
A promise we never meant to break
My oh my — just leave me alone
I'm carving dreams into silicon stone 🎶

🎵 Just one micron wide...
Between the man I am… and the one I hide... 🎵

Why am I — always this guy?

✨ Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk ✨

A bittersweet anthem where shimmering guitars jangle like city lights on wet pavement, basslines pulse with quiet urgency, and drums march between heartbreak and release. The deep baritone vocal croons with both tenderness and irony—half confession, half rebellion—turning every word into something you can hold in your chest long after the song fades.

This track is about learning how to lose without breaking, how to turn endings into rhythm, and how to find beauty in the fragments left behind. It’s restless yet romantic, sharp yet dreamlike—a soundtrack for late-night walks through neon streets, headphones on, heart wide open.

🎸 Shimmering jangle guitar lines
🥁 Urgent yet melancholic drum pulse
🎤 Baritone croon: tender + dramatic
💔 A song about loss, rhythm, and grace

Perfect for fans of modern indie with a nostalgic edge, who crave both sparkle and shadow in their sound.

Lyrics:

You came in slow
Like a cruel through haze
I said stay
In that sideways gaze
We danced through sparks we couldn't keep
Some songs just kiss then dive too deep
You turned a page I didn't write
Truth slit in soft as night
I moved with hope not chasing why
Just drifting through that velvet sky

Now I know what phase is free
Letting go can set the beat
You said forgive the words of fly
I found the groove beneath the fire

You taught me how to lose
With rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
With grace, grace, grace
And dancing shoes
No skies, no chasing highs
Just good mistakes and open skies
Your whisper in the bass I breathe
A debut beneath my sleeve

I let go not to erase
You taught me how to lose with grace

I blamed the breaks, I cursed the night
Tied your name to every fight
But now I see the hushed smile
You guided me that whole soft while
A monk goes slow in second hand ink
Truth ain't found where we overthink
Some hearts don't rhyme, some don't stay
But still they groove in quiet sway

Now I drift in calmer seas
No more storms inside my feet
You said be still and I became
The one who danced inside the flame
You taught me how to lose
With rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
With grace, grace, grace
And dancing shoes

No regret, no perfect line
Just echo trips in mellow time
Your riddle wrapped in sound the beat
I lost and somehow found
I let go and found my place
You taught me how to lose with grace

Here's to the plans that went their way
To all the things we couldn't say
Just slip in dreams in silent calls
Still bouncing off these mirrored walls
Not all of it must stay
But groove, groove will find its way
You taught me how to lose with grace
With silence and dancing shoes
No disguise, no bitter sweet
Just fading light and dubbed out heat
Your embrace that holds its space
A shimmer I still can't replace
I let go with time and grace
You taught me how to lose with pace
To lose with grace

How to  Lose (Indie Rock Version)

Heyes x carlos serone x ridgeley :: a collaboration :: created 1430-1700-04/10/2025

(made on headphones for headphones)

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