Raised A Son

[Verse 1]
Dumped my drawer on the bedroom floor
Old shirts
Soft lace
Colors he hates
He held my flag in his shaking hand
Said
"I told you once
You heard what I said"
Bag by bag
Threw my life in the trash
Every thread that made me feel like me
Mascara smear on the hallway wall
Guess he’d rather lose a kid than lose control
[Chorus]
You say you raised a son
I say you lost your child
You think you know my name
You never stayed a while
You point
You shout
You slam that door
Like I’m something to undo
You say you raised a son
And I say screw you
[Verse 2]
Kitchen light on
His jaw locked tight
He spit
"That crap won’t live in my house"
I stood small but my voice stood tall
Said
"You don’t get to choose what I’m about"
My hands shook
But I didn’t step back
Heart loud like a drum in my chest
If love has to look like that
I’d rather walk alone than live half-dressed
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] One day I’ll have a room
Where my clothes hang
Safe and warm
Where my flag’s up on the wall
And it’s just… normal
[crescendo]
If you can’t see me standing here
Doesn’t mean I disappear
Your picture frame is cracked in two
But I still shine right through
[Chorus]

Raw midtempo pop-punk with distorted guitars and tight live drums, female vocals. First verse starts half-muted, bass carrying the groove; chorus explodes with gang shouts on the hook. Second verse adds octave guitars and tighter syncopation. Bridge breaks down to bass and voice before a final full-band, shout-along chorus. Vocals stay conversational, a bit ragged, very present in the mix.