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Schematics
(Verse 1)
You folded up the blueprint of my heart
Tucked it in your pocket, made a brand new start
You had the master plan, the wiring diagram
Knew which circuits you could overload and scram
And I heard you told your friends it was a clean escape
Just a system update, changing up the landscape
(Pre-Chorus)
You found the bypass, charted the fast track
Left me holding territory you’d never want back
Now every memory's a landmark I can’t trust
You renovated everything and left me in the dust
(Chorus)
WELL, GOOD FOR YOU, YOU READ THE SCHEMATICS!
DITCHED THE BADLANDS, DODGED THE TRAUMATICS!
YOU RE-ROUTED YOUR WHOLE DAMN NERVOUS SYSTEM, I GUESS
LEAVING ME WITH ALL THIS ARCHITECTURAL MESS!
Yeah, you’re the expert navigator, cool and so pragmatic
And I’m just ripping up our old schematics!
(Verse 2)
You deleted coordinates we swore to keep
While I was tracing ghost roads in my sleep
You drew new borders where our inside jokes used to live
With the cold, hard pencil of "nothing left to give"
And I’m stuck here managing this earthquake in my soul
While you’re out there posting pics, looking happy, whole, and in control
(Pre-Chorus)
You found the bypass, charted the fast track
Left me holding territory you’d never want back
Yeah, you engineered your joy with a steady, ruthless hand
You were the cartographer, I was just the promised land
(Chorus)
WELL, GOOD FOR YOU, YOU READ THE SCHEMATICS!
DITCHED THE BADLANDS, DODGED THE TRAUMATICS!
YOU RE-ROUTED YOUR WHOLE DAMN NERVOUS SYSTEM, I GUESS
LEAVING ME WITH ALL THIS ARCHITECTURAL MESS!
Yeah, you’re the expert navigator, cool and so pragmatic
And I’m just ripping up our old schematics!
(Bridge)
Maybe I'll build a city on this fault line
Learn to read the tremors, make the wreckage mine
I'm forging my own compass from the shrapnel and the rust
This cartography of one is a matter of trust
I'm not following your map, I'm setting fire to the page!
I’m turning all your charted fears into a brand new stage!
(Guitar Solo - frantic, melodic, a little messy)
(Chorus - raw, vocals almost cracking with emotion)
GOOD FOR YOU, YOU KNEW THE SCHEMATICS!
ALL YOUR FEELINGS AREN'T ERRATIC!
YOU RE-ROUTED YOUR WHOLE DAMN NERVOUS SYSTEM, IT'S TRUE!
AND LEFT ME HERE TO RE-DISCOVER ME WITHOUT YOU!
Well, have fun in your new world, so clean and automatic!
'Cause I’m finally done! Done with your schematics!
About The Song
"Schematics" translates the sterile, scientific discovery of the brain's "emotion circuits" into a raw, personal anthem of betrayal. It takes the detached, clinical idea of emotions being mappable and weaponizes it as a metaphor for a breakup where one person moves on with calculated precision, as if they had a schematic for happiness. The song’s sonic DNA is pulled from the driving, cathartic pop-punk of artists like Olivia Rodrigo, contrasting the logical, orderly concept of the "schematic" with the messy, chaotic reality of heartbreak. The protagonist accuses their ex of being a master "navigator" who clinically "re-routed" their feelings, leaving them to manage the "architectural mess" of a shared life. It’s a song for anyone who's ever felt like their ex-partner won the breakup by following a secret, unspoken rulebook, while they were left to redraw their own emotional map from scratch.
Production Notes
Genre: Pop-Punk / Alt-Rock
Vocals: Needs a raw, dynamic performance. Verses should be conversational, almost sneering, building into a powerful, belted chorus with intentional vocal fry and cracks on key emotional words ("mess," "rust," "done"). Think a condenser mic like a Neumann U47 for warmth but pushed hard through a Neve 1073 preamp and a touch of tube compression (like an LA-2A) to add grit.
Guitars: Dual-tracked electric guitars (e.g., a Fender Telecaster for bite and a Gibson Les Paul for body). Verses should be palm-muted, tight power chords. Choruses should explode with open, ringing chords. The solo needs to feel improvised and cathartic, not overly polished.
Bass: A driving, pick-played bass line (think P-Bass) that locks in tightly with the kick drum. Give it some slight overdrive to cut through the mix.
Drums: Live, powerful drums. The kick should be punchy, and the snare should have a sharp crack. Use open hi-hats in the pre-chorus to build tension and crash-heavy choruses. Automate the room mic levels to make the choruses feel explosive and the bridge feel more intimate before the final explosion.
Arrangement: The song thrives on dynamic contrast. Keep the verses tight and contained. The pre-chorus should feel like a slingshot pulling back. The choruses must hit like a wall of sound. The bridge should strip back to just vocals, a pulsing bassline, and a building drum pattern before the solo and final chorus re-ignite everything.
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