Number11

Track 4 “Midnight Zoom”

Я слемлюся на імʼя Ісуса Христа

Ashes of Tomorrow

It's a Schwarber Show

Where’d you drift off?
Did you miss the land?
Left me adrift in fog,
Filling holes with sand.
I lit the flare, but you went blind
Coulda called, but changed your mind
Shoulda stayed, but played the kind
Of legs that never learned to stand

You said “maybe,”
I heard “never”
And it broke me
Too damn clever
Wish you'd want it
Just enough
But love for you was always rough

Shoulda, woulda, coulda said it
But you let me break within
Left the engine runnin’, sped it
Right back to where you've been
We were hanging by a thread
Spun from stars we never met
I would lose you just to prove
I don't use what I regret

I took the hit,
Swallowed every dull excuse
Poured a fifth
Just to get a little loose
Thought if I gave more than half
You’d let me make it last
But you vanished in the math
Now I’m proof you can’t deduce

You say “sorry,”
I say “maybe”
Like chopped off fingers
Our digits severed
You gave nothing
That was real
I gave you every ache I feel

Shoulda, woulda, coulda held me
But you folded, played it cold
Said you missed me, then repelled me
Watched me raise, watched me fold
We were comets pulled apart
By a wish that had no spark
I would rather break in two
Than be the one who left a mark

Now we're cobwebs in the attic
We were magic, then dramatic
Started comedic, ended tragic
And you vanish like a trick
I still see me in your madness
In the mess, behind the glasses
Told myself you’re not the axis
But I still revolve too quick

Shoulda, woulda, coulda saved it
But we drowned in all that light
Used to shine it, now we fake it
In the cracks between the night
You were someone I once knew
Built from stars and residue
I would lose you all again
If it meant I made it through

Shoulda, woulda, coulda saved it
But we drowned in all that light
Used to shine it, now we fake it
In the cracks between the night
You were someone I once knew
Built from stars and residue
I would lose you all again
If it meant I made it through

Shoulda, woulda, coulda
Shoulda, woulda, coulda
Shoulda, woulda, coulda
oh!


Shoulda Woulda Coulda

Cruising

Here is just this as it is 🙏🎵🎶😁

The Liar in the Box

bill (I’d f$&@ me)

Genre: Alternative Rock / Edm-Infused Alt-Rock / Satirical Rock
Description: A Sarcastic, High-Energy Alt-Rock Track With Edm Flourishes. It Lampoons Modern Outrage Culture, Petty Social Conflicts, And Absurd Drama. Distorted Guitars, Glitchy Synths, And Punchy Percussion Back The Satirical, Theatrical Delivery, While Melodic Hooks Balance Chaos With Accessibility.

Style Of Music: Satirical Alt-Rock With Pop-Punk Energy, Cinematic Guitar Riffs, Glitchy Synth Layers, Edm-Infused Drops, Layered Vocals, And Playful Melodic Hooks.

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