Claw Marks

It smells of gasoline, sadness, and a touch of recklessness. It's like standing at a gas station at night - the empty highway humming in one ear, and everything you can't forget in the other. This song isn't about breaking up, but about the habit of loving even when you know it's doomed.

Each chord seems to whisper, “Well, yes, missed again,” but instead of hysteria, there is quiet acceptance, a little stubbornness, and a strange warmth that remains after loss. There's no shame in losing here - especially when the loss sounds so beautiful.