Bright scraped guitar starts the machine before the band fully sizes up.

One hard Hey cuts the runway open.

Verse lands on the taut grid, voice locked inside the pulse.

Chorus widens the harmony without changing the engine.

Pins and needles sharpens the hook, then goodbye keeps driving.

Second verse drops deep, then flashes high over the same low mass.

Chorus comes back familiar now, less discovery than confirmation.

Words loosen into vowels while the groove still carries the charge.

A short bridge question cuts in over the hold.

Final chorus lifts with the question still hanging.

The grip breaks and the band falls off into plain decay.