Dust in the Delivery Room

[Verse 1]
You were laughin’ in that paper gown
I was scared, but I stayed right there
Countin’ breaths, countin’ seconds
Til we heard that newborn cry in the air
Your hair was stickin’ to your forehead
Tear tracks on your tired face
I swore that day I’d die for you
In that small-town, antiseptic place
[Chorus]
Now all I see
Is dust in the delivery room
Every promise that we made
Blowin’ ‘round like an old perfume
Thought forever meant
You and me and this little one
But you burned down every truth I had
And just walked off into the sun
My heart’s still holdin’ our first born
But it’s done holdin’ on to you, you’re gone
[Verse 2]
Found your phone facedown in the kitchen
Thunder rollin’ from a clear blue sky
Screenshots, secrets, hotel keys
Every line just another lie
You spun that poor-me bedtime story
Turned my doubts into my shame
Said I was crazy, overthinkin’
While you were playin’ your little game
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I tuck our baby in at midnight
Soft light on that sleepy grin
I whisper, “Love is somethin’ real”
Not the mess you twisted me in
I’m stitched up where you split me
But I’ll love clean, I’ll love slow
You can keep your crooked mirror
I’m givin’ my truth somewhere it can grow
[Chorus]

country, Modern country ballad with male vocals, warm acoustic guitars and subtle pedal steel. First verse intimate and close-mic’d over sparse strums; drums ease in at the first chorus with soft brushes and a round bass. Second verse adds organ pad and gentle harmony; bridge lifts with a key change tease, steel guitar answering vocal lines. Keep vocal raw, a little cracked on the high notes, then pull back to almost a whisper on the final chorus tag.