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Our Brittle Latticework
(Verse 1)
Another Tuesday, sun is on the floor
You kissed my cheek and then you closed the door
I map the fault lines running through your voice
And treat the silence like a deliberate choice
I run the numbers on the words you use
A calculated risk on what I stand to lose.
(Pre-Chorus)
I’m stockpiling feelings in case of a drought
Rationing my trust, measuring it out
Building these defenses just to stay afloat
You asked if I’m okay, and I just clear my throat.
(Chorus)
We call it love, but it’s just logistics now
Predicting shortages, we don’t know how
One wrong shipment and the shelves go bare
Living on this brittle latticework, I swear
Yeah, this brittle latticework we share.

(Verse 2)
That weekend getaway was a good supply
Lasted us two months, riding on that high
But then the ports closed, one sharp look you made
And I held the funeral for the plans we laid
Now I’m forecasting weeks of biting cold
Just from one single story that you left untold.
(Pre-Chorus)
I’m stockpiling patience in case there’s a delay
Fighting off the shockwaves that you sent my way
Building these defenses, an emotional wall
Trying not to wonder when we’ll lose it all.
(Chorus)
We call it love, but it’s just logistics now
Predicting shortages, we don’t know how
One wrong shipment and the shelves go bare
Living on this brittle latticework, I swear
Yeah, this brittle latticework we share.
(Bridge)
These buffer zones I built around my heart
I called them armor from the very start
But every safeguard is another empty space
And there’s a strange new tension on your face
I managed every outcome, planned for every fight
But I forgot to factor in the quiet of the night.

(Chorus)
We call it love, but it’s just logistics now
Predicting shortages, we don’t know how
One wrong shipment and the shelves go bare
Living on this brittle latticework, I swear
Yeah, this brittle latticework we share.
(Outro)
Brittle latticework...
Another shipment's late...
The shelves go bare...
It's just our normal state.
Our brittle latticework...
About The Song
This song transforms the news of a fragile global supply chain into a powerful metaphor for a modern relationship strained by anxiety and uncertainty. The 'brittle latticework' isn't about shipping containers; it's about the delicate, easily-snapped connections between two people who are trying to hold things together. The core of the song is rooted in the Active Agency Mandate (AAM), portraying the narrator not as a passive victim of a failing relationship, but as an active manager of its decline. She is 'stockpiling feelings,' 'mapping fault lines,' and turning love into 'logistics.' It’s about the exhausting emotional labor of trying to control and predict instability, and the tragic realization that the very 'buffer zones' created for protection end up guaranteeing the distance and coldness you fear most.
Production Notes
Vocals: Main vocal recorded with a close, warm condenser mic (like a Telefunken TF47) to capture intimacy and breathiness. The delivery in the verses should be rhythmic and almost conversational, with a feeling of internal monologue. The choruses should explode with tightly stacked harmonies, heavily compressed, to create a wall of desperate energy. Performance note: emphasize the active verbs—'map,' 'stockpiling,' 'predicting'—to convey the sense of frantic effort.
Instrumentation: The arrangement should build on a foundation of tension. A deep, pulsing Moog-style bass provides the heartbeat, while a muted, arpeggiated guitar line (processed through a lo-fi pedal) creates a sense of unease. The beat is minimal in the verses (a simple kick and cross-stick) but erupts into a driving, trap-influenced pattern in the chorus with a sharp, cutting snare sound. A melancholic Juno-106 pad should wash underneath the entire track, swelling in the chorus.
Mix Automation: The key is contrast. Keep verses dry and centered. In the chorus, automate the synths and backing vocals to pan wide, creating a sudden, overwhelming stereo image. Use filter automation to pull all high frequencies out of the track during the bridge, making it sound claustrophobic and submerged, before letting everything rush back in for the final chorus. A subtle, eighth-note sidechain compression on the main pad, triggered by the kick, will give the chorus a modern, pumping feel.
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