        
[Style]
Genre: 80s Indie, Jangle Pop, Post-Punk. Mood: Melancholic, Witty, Theatrical. BPM: 115. Key: C# Major. Instrumentation: Rickenbacker 12-string jangle, melodic high-register bass, crisp snare, lush string synth pads. Vocals: Male, Baritone, Crooning, Dramatic vibrato. Structure: Intro – Verse 1 – Chorus – Verse 2 – Chorus – Bridge – Outro.

[Start]
[Genre: Jangle Pop, Post-Punk]
[BPM: 115]
[Key: C# Major]
[Mood: Melancholic, Witty]
[Language: English]

[Intro – Shimmering Nostalgia | swirling chorus guitar, bouncy melodic bass, light tambourine]

[Verse 1 – Theatrical & Weary | smooth baritone croon, subtle vibrato]
You euphemistically called this a relationship…
I beg to differ, I'm afraid
(I'm afraid~)
I'm not "afraid" afraid, that's just a figure of speech
I am at the end of my tether!

[Chorus – Lush & Melodic | jangly guitar strumming, soaring vocal melody, poetic delivery]
The words don't fit the weight of the room
The silence is a ghost I'm tired of feeding
I'm at the end of the line, the end of the tether
No more euphemisms…
Just the truth!

[Verse 2 – Cynical & Rhythmic | driving bassline, clean guitar arpeggios]
You call it "personal growth," I call it "leaving"
You call it "finding space," I call it "gaps in the ceiling"
A catalogue of clever terms to keep the heart from bleeding
But the ink is dry…
And I’ve stopped believing!

[Bridge – Dramatic Swell | church-like organ pads, descending bass, emotive crooning]
Don't sugar-coat the wreckage!
(Oh, the heavy wreckage)
Don't polish up the ghost of us!
(The pale, thin ghost of us)
The rope is frayed, the knots are loose…

[Chorus – Grand Finale | bright shimmering guitars, high-energy beat, yearning vocals]
The words don't fit the weight of the room
The silence is a ghost I'm tired of feeding
I'm at the end of the line, the end of the tether
No more euphemisms…
Just the truth!

[Outro – Fade into Rain | melodic bass solo, distant bells, fading guitar chime]
I’m not afraid...
Heavens knows, I'm just done.
(—rain falls—)

[End]
