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My Love Is Stuck In Customs
(Verse 1)
Checking tracking numbers on your heart again
Says a package shipped, but never says when
I sent you everything, premium, overnight
Pacing on the shorelines in my room all night
The manifest I'm reading says you really care
But the shipping lanes are empty, nothing's in the air
I’m auditing the paperwork, I’m trying to believe
The carefully worded promises that you never leave
(Pre-Chorus)
You blame the weather, blame the sea
Blame the whole damn world economy
It’s always some new bureaucratic mess
As I’m drowning in your process, I confess
(Chorus)
My love is stuck in customs, that's what you always say
Held up at the border, another long delay
I’m filling out the forms while you just turn the page
I'm wrestling with the feelings, you're just lowering the wage
Yeah, my love is stuck in customs, lost inside the red tape of your heart
And I’m the one here paying, tearing my own world apart
(Verse 2)
I'm fighting with the port authority of you
They hang up when I ask if anything got through
I boxed up all my patience, I wrapped it up in trust
It’s probably in some warehouse just collecting rust
I paid the emotional tariffs, paid them all in full
Responded to the subtext, weathered every pull
I signed on every dotted line, ignored the danger signs
And all you do is hand me new, generic guidelines
(Pre-Chorus)
You blame the distance, blame the tide
Blame the million reasons why you hide
It’s always one more unexpected fee
While you clear your conscience, you're taxing me
(Chorus)
My love is stuck in customs, that's what you always say
Held up at the border, another long delay
I’m filling out the forms while you just turn the page
I'm wrestling with the feelings, you're just lowering the wage
Yeah, my love is stuck in customs, lost inside the red tape of your heart
And I’m the one here paying, tearing my own world apart
(Bridge)
Maybe there's no vessel on the waves
Maybe there's no cargo left to save
Maybe your whole warehouse has been bare
And you just liked me fighting for the air
This isn't a delay, it’s a design
The shipment was never yours, it was all mine
(Chorus)
My love is stuck in customs, tired of what you say
Not held up at the border, you threw it all away!
Not filling out the forms, I'm burning up the page!
Not wrestling with feelings, I’m storming off the stage!
Yeah, my love's in customs, lost inside the red tape of your heart
And I’m the one here leaving, before you tear my world apart!
(Outro)
No receipt
No return
Marked as lost
Time to burn
Never sent
(Silence)
About The Song
"My Love Is Stuck In Customs" channels the modern anxiety of global supply chain disruptions into a potent metaphor for a one-sided, emotionally unavailable relationship. The news is full of stories about container ships stalled at sea and critical goods being endlessly delayed by bureaucracy. This song takes that feeling of frustrating, powerless waiting and maps it onto the experience of giving your all to someone who constantly provides excuses instead of reciprocity. The protagonist isn't just passively sad; they are actively 'auditing the paperwork' and 'fighting the port authority' of their partner's heart, embodying the struggle to make sense of a logistical and emotional breakdown. The musical framework is a fusion of the raw, driving punk-pop energy found in Olivia Rodrigo's work with the syncopated, confrontational vocal delivery of artists like Tate McRae, creating a sound that is both perfect for shouting along to in the car and resonant with the core theme of frustration and eventual, explosive empowerment.
Production Notes
Genre: Alt-Pop / Punk-Pop
Instrumentation: Driving, slightly distorted bassline (think P-Bass with a pick), tight and punchy live drums, chugging electric guitars (doubled and panned hard left/right), and a sparse synth pad that enters in the bridge for atmospheric effect.
Vocals: The lead vocal needs a performance that can shift from a rapid, almost-spoken verse delivery to a full-throated, angsty belt in the chorus. Mic: Neumann U87 or similar condenser to capture detail. Vocal Chain: Light compression on the way in (LA-2A style), with more aggressive parallel compression in the mix to make it pop. Verses should be dry and upfront, with slapback delay and reverb blooming in the pre-chorus and chorus. Ad-libs in the final chorus should feel raw and slightly unhinged.
Arrangement: The track should feel propulsive. The bass and drums are the engine. Guitars should be powerful but disciplined, dropping out or simplifying in the verses to create dynamic impact when they slam back in for the chorus. The bridge needs to be a dynamic low point—guitars fade to a clean, arpeggiated line and the bass simplifies before everything crashes back in for the final chorus. The abrupt, silent end after the final lyric is crucial for impact.
Mix Automation: Ride the vocal fader to ensure every staccato lyric is clear. Automate distortion on the bass to increase in the choruses. Use a filter sweep on the drums leading into the choruses to build tension. The final outro vocals should have a telephone EQ filter applied, sounding distant and broken.
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