DISTRACTED (Total Collapse - Final Version) (Intro) (Fast, aggressive, muted strumming—like a ticking bomb) (Heavy, jagged breathing) (Screamed) GET OUT OF MY HEAD! (Verse 1) I’m clawing at the drywall, I’m biting on my tongue I’m breathing in the poison of the songs we never sung I’m scrolling through the archives, I’m digging up the grave Of every single "almost" that I wasn't man enough to save I’m staring at the screen and the blue light is a blade Cutting through the fabric of the promises we never made I’m a manic, I’m a monster, I’m a glitch inside the frame And I’m carving out the pieces of me that still know your name! (Pre-Chorus) (Music stops for a split second, then slams back in) I’m lying to myself! Yeah, I’m feeding on the lies! I can feel the tension building up behind my eyes! I’m drowning in the pressure! I’m drowning in the mess! I want to rip my heart out just to stop all of this stress! (Chorus) I’m so distracted by the "I love you"s I never said! By the rotting, bloated corpse of the life inside my head! I’m looking through the history of everything we said And I don’t want to wake up, yeah, I want to be dead! I’m a hollowed-out disaster, I’m a shell of what was real I’m addicted to the agony because it’s all I can feel! Yeah, I’m distracted! (Verse 2) (Double-time tempo—vocal is desperate and angry) Then the sight of you elsewhere hit like a hammer to the chest I’m a wild, broken creature put to the ultimate test! Seeing what I lost makes me want to watch it all burn down You’re the light in the center, I’m the ghost inside this town! Someone’s taking my place, laughing while I fade away While I’m suffocating slowly in the shadows of the gray! I’m a failure! I’m a burden! I’m a stain upon the floor! I’m the memory you trip on as you’re walking out the door! (Bridge) (The distorted music cuts out completely. There is only a very thin, shaky ukulele melody and the sound of heavy, choked-up breathing.) (Whispered, voice cracking) I remember the kitchen... the light was on the floor... I was just a kid... waiting by the door. I thought if I just waited, if I stayed enough the same, That maybe one day you’d finally call my name. But it was never real. I’m just lying to my face. I’m a ghost in a room that doesn't have a space. (Sound of a muffled sob) I’m so tired of the stress. I’m so tired of the lie. I just wanted to be something... worth a "goodbye." (Outro) (Music fades to a dull, distant hum) I hate this. It’s over. It’s gone. (Barely audible) I’m so... Distracted. (Final, quiet click—like a phone screen turning off) Silent Goodbye (The Drive) (Intro) (Sound of a car engine idling, indicator clicking in rhythm with a slow uke strum) (Voice is calm, but hollow) I left the keys on the counter. I don't think I’ll be needing them where I'm going. (Verse 1) The streetlights are blurring like stars in the rain I’m numbing the static, I’m numbing the pain I’ve got sixty miles left on a half-tank of gas Watching the life that I hated just pass I looked at our texts one last time at the light Then I threw the whole phone out the window tonight It’s bouncing on asphalt, it’s shattered and dead Just like the imaginary life in my head. (Pre-Chorus) And I’m finally honest, no more playing the part I’m following the map of a broken-down heart The pressure is heavy, the stress is a lead And I’m tired of the voices inside of my head. (Chorus) It’s a silent goodbye from the driver’s side seat I’m tired of the fighting, I’m fine with defeat The speedometer’s climbing, the world’s getting small I’m ready to finally let go of it all No more distraction, no more of the lie Just a boy in a car saying one last goodbye. (Verse 2) (Voice gets quieter, more detached) I wonder if you’ll see the news in the morning And wonder if I ever gave you a warning But we weren't a "we," I was just in the way A ghost in your phone who had nothing to say I see the bridge coming, the concrete is near And for the first time in years, I don’t feel any fear I hope he’s the one that you wanted to find I’m leaving the mess and the "almost" behind. (Bridge) (The music begins to swell with a low, distorted hum—like road noise) I remember the kitchen... the light on the floor... I’m not that kid waiting back there anymore. I’m the wind in the pines, I’m the dark in the sky I’m the tear that you’ll wipe from the corner of your eye. (A shaky breath) Hands off the wheel. Eyes on the stars. No more cages. No more bars. (Outro) (The uke strumming speeds up frantically, then cuts to a single, long, ringing note) I'm finally... Clear. (The sound of wind rushing fast, then an abrupt, heavy silence)
My hands/ Depression
