Gone Songtext
von Nada UV

In the kitchen, slick hands on a bottle cap
Laughing at the war paint, loose tooth grin
You used to answer the phone, cracking hearts at both ends
Now you′re just tallying the reasons stuck on repeat
Don't speak to me again

We were the real ones, inked in adolescence unplanned
Wild heart traffic knocking nails in everything deemed understand
Sorry for muting your hurricane, fucked up
Remembering snow in your boots, my turn to clean up
But you spit my name like it′s a currency, devalued
Household debt rebranded as bruises you tally on your abacus
Funny, I traced our feuds on receipts, wrinkled, half-wet
Love notes smudged beneath the lemon zest and cigarettes

Tell me how you catalog crimes and borrow codes
Smearing my fingerprints through your unknown notes
Guilt's a lopsided lottery, stuck tickets pocketed
You scratch for fortune, bad stories, profit motives as quoted


Baby, I'm sorry for gutting the chorus
Never for the bridge you burned
You say I′m all blade? Well, baby, every friendship turns
(So you screw ′em like a worm)
You built altars out of finger-pointing, praying to bad blood
But if I'm your fallback reason
What′s your excuse when I'm gone?
Yeah, what′s your excuse when I'm gone?
Gone

Remember Paris? The padlock on the chain-link fence
Not about the key, just loved how the
Hail came down, left us full of dents
You chewed at the hinges, blame me for the doorframe
Easy to point when your past fried out with pain
If I ruined you, darling, that myth′s on loop
Who's the audience clapping behind your backward truths?
Scene after scene, always a press release (Press release)
Certificate of suffering, calligraphy signed with grief (R.I.P.)

You rehearse all your losses with a mouth full of sparkle
Every bruise is a medal, each sigh becomes gospel
How tight does the knot get before you call it fate?
Rope burns or comfort, either way, I suffocate
I'll sound that wine before it′s time


Baby, I′m sorry for gutting the chorus
Never for the bridge you burned
You say I'm all blade? Well, baby, every friendship turns
(So you screw ′em like a worm)
You built altars out of finger-pointing, praying to bad blood
But if I'm your fallback reason
What′s your excuse when I'm gone?
Yeah, what′s your excuse when I'm gone?
Gone
Gone

Air complaint keeps you warm as a thrifted coat
Still fits, still itches, but you crave the bulk-ordered road
The rain down the drain loves a face with nowhere to dry
Who told you survival was just ever-so-patiently learning to cry?
Doors slam themselves here, you said, still I heard your hand
You gifted me fire, but you'd rather I burn than understand
So count your martyrs backwards, pick out a new suspect
I′ll take my faults and debts, but regret′s not a fucking puppet
Or a pull-string jack-o'-lantern

You clean up your glass and stare out of habit
Who you blame when it′s only your name in the static?
If I'm the engine and you′re the chain
Tell me who drives and who's dragged when both love the rain?
Red forgive blue, but blue owes red pain
If every story is two knives (Hurt people hurt people)
Which one forgets it came to cut? (That′s how it is)
And which one dulls itself just to stay? (Them's the rules)

Baby, I'm sorry for gutting the chorus
Never for the bridge you burned
You say I′m all blade? Well, baby, every friendship turns
(So you screw ′em like a worm)
You built altars out of finger-pointing, praying to bad blood
But if I'm your fallback reason
What′s your excuse when I'm gone?
Yeah, what′s your excuse when I'm gone?
Gone
Gone

Gone