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(Heavy, slightly fuzzed bassline starts, simple kick-snare enters. Vocals are intimate, close-mic'd, almost spoken with a tired swagger)
V1
Don’t have a calendar no more
Just count the wine stains on the floor
Last night was cheap rosé, a Tuesday crime
You told me I looked tired for the hundredth time
Yeah, I know. It’s part of your design.
(Pre-Chorus)
And every promise is a midnight snack
A sugar rush you can’t take back
A little debt that my cells gotta pay
You drain the color from the middle of the day
(Chorus)
This love’s a broken timepiece
Yeah, it’s a rhythm I can’t keep
Your fingerprints are rusting all the gears
This love’s a broken timepiece
Stealing seconds from my sleep
And adding all these minutes to my years.
(V2)
You used to buy me orchids
Now I just collect the damage that you do
Keep it in a box beneath the bed
Next to all the brittle words you said
You wanted youth, you wanted something new
So you started taking mine from me for you.
(Pre-Chorus)
And every argument’s the 3 AM glare
That rewrites the silver in my hair
A little stress that I internalize
Building a home in the bags under my eyes.
(Chorus)
This love’s a broken timepiece
Yeah, it’s a rhythm I can’t keep
Your fingerprints are rusting all the gears
This love’s a broken timepiece
Stealing seconds from my sleep
And adding all these minutes to my years.
(Bridge)
I’m fighting a war with my own blood
Trying to manage this cellular flood
I’m eating clean, trying to turn it all around
But you're the gravity that pulls my body to the ground
Yeah you’re the heavy, heavy sound...
(Bassline becomes more distorted and central, almost angry)
(Breakdown)
...Ticking... ticking wrong...
Said you’d hold me my whole life long
Didn’t know you meant you’d make my whole life long...
In a single, awful, worn-out song.
(Outro / Chorus)
This love’s a broken timepiece
(Just let me get some sleep)
Your fingerprints are rusting all the gears
(...minutes to my years)
This love’s a broken timepiece
And baby, I’m the one who pays the fees
I’m cashing out my minutes and my years.
(Bassline fades out with a final distorted note and the kick drum.)
About The Song
"Broken Timepiece" transforms the abstract scientific concept of the 'epigenetic clock'—the idea that our biological age is written and re-written by our lifestyle and stress levels—into a raw, personal metaphor for a toxic relationship. The song isn't about biology; it's about the feeling of being emotionally and physically drained by a partner, of feeling a connection literally aging you. The lyrical style is intentionally direct and confessional, drawing influence from artists like Billie Eilish, where intimate, diary-like details reveal a much larger emotional war. The narrator is actively fighting against this premature decay (“I’m eating clean, trying to turn it all around”), framing the internal experience not as a passive state of sadness, but as an active struggle for survival against a love that acts like a cellular poison. The “broken timepiece” is both the narrator’s body and the relationship itself, ticking out of sync with a healthy life.
Production Notes
The track should be built around a lead bassline—think a Fender P-Bass with a touch of fuzz, driving and melodic. This is the heart of the song. The vocal, captured with a Neumann U47 or similar warm condenser mic, should be delivered with an intimate, almost conspiratorial swagger in the verses, filled with audible breaths and a sense of exhausted confidence. For the chorus, the vocals can open up slightly with a tight, subtle harmony, while the mix expands with atmospheric pads pushed to the sides. Drums should be minimalist and dry—a simple, powerful kick and snare pattern. Mix automation is key: verses feel claustrophobic and centered, while the chorus and bridge should feel wider and more immersive, creating a dynamic push-and-pull that mirrors the lyrical tension. The breakdown should strip back to just the distorted bass and a processed, half-whispered vocal to maximize impact before the final outro.
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