[Verse 1] Folded note Crushed in my fist One more “no” I don’t exist I’m the extra seat At the sold-out show Always last to hear “It’s time to go” [Pre-Chorus] I’ve been staring at the ceiling Like it’s got something to say Every crack Every shadow Spells out “go away” [Chorus] Left behind at the back row Like my name’s not on the door Every “sorry It’s not you” Cuts a little more But I’m still breathing in this echo Of every time I wasn’t picked I’m not nothing I’m not zero I’m a heart they haven’t heard yet [Verse 2] Old yearbook Dog-eared page Their bright smiles My blank space I was always there But never seen Like a backup ghost In someone else’s dream [Pre-Chorus] I’ve been weighing every silence Like it’s proof I don’t belong But there’s thunder in my ribcage Dying to be strong (yeah) [Chorus] Left behind at the back row Like my name’s not on the door Every “sorry It’s not you” Cuts a little more But I’m still breathing in this echo Of every time I wasn’t picked I’m not nothing I’m not zero I’m a heart they haven’t heard yet [Bridge] So here’s to every “never mind” Every turned and walking spine Every door that hit my face I’ll carve my name into the frame If I’m the joke I’ll be the punchline If I’m the stain I’ll be the skyline If I’m the spark they brushed aside I’ll be the fire they can’t hide (hey!) [Chorus] Left behind at the back row But I’m standing in the flame Every “you’re just not enough” Fueled the letters of my name I’m done shrinking in the shadow Of the ones who never stayed I’m not nothing I’m not zero I’m the storm they should’ve faced [Chorus] Left behind at the back row Now I’m roaring from the stage All the ashes of rejection Turned to armor on my frame If you’re bleeding in that echo Thinking you don’t mean a thing You’re not nothing You’re not zero You’re the reason that I sing (yeah)

metal, Big 1980s hair metal power ballad that explodes into an anthem: clean arpeggiated guitar and tom-heavy drums in the verse, then soaring distorted guitars and gang-shouted hooks in the chorus. Male vocals with gritty sensitivity, layered harmonies on the title line, singable lead lines, and a flashy emotional guitar solo over the last chorus.

Left Behind at the Back Row