Halfway to the Breakdown

[Verse 1]
Haven’t called my mother in a year
Keep rehearsing
Every word she’d say
Sink into the mattress
Disappear
Peeling at the same old
Flaking paint
[Chorus]
I’m halfway to the breakdown
White-knuckle on this rail
I swear I’m trying to climb out
But these hands
Keep slipping on the same old nails
Same old nails
[Verse 2]
Friends all talk like they’re okay
Swap small victories
Over cheap black coffee
I laugh along
Then fade away
Staring at the window
Cause it looks like an exit to me
[Chorus]
I’m halfway to the breakdown
White-knuckle on this rail
I swear I’m trying to climb out
But these hands
Keep slipping on the same old nails
Same old nails
[Bridge]
Tell me this is growing
Tell me it’s a phase
I keep burning every lifeline
Just to feel the flame
(yeah)
If I tear this whole house down
Would anything change?
[Chorus]
I’m halfway to the breakdown
Halfway and I can’t bail
I swear I’m trying to climb out
But these hands
Keep bleeding on the same old nails
Same old
Same old nails

rock, Raw 90s Seattle underground vibe; overdriven guitars panned wide, bass snarling in the middle, dry heavy drums. Verses stay almost whispered with lightly picked chords and amp hiss; chorus explodes into full-stack distortion, shouted male vocals, and open crash cymbals. Brief feedback swell into a bridge that drops to near silence then slams back into the final hook. Gritty male vocals, minimal effects, live-room feel., emotional, simple, grunge, loud, dynamic, raw