[Intro] [solo electric guitar, fingerpicked, unquantized — audible fret squeak and one string buzzing flat] [room tone left in, chair creak, no click track] (hh) Ctrl-N again (mm-hm) Yeah — I know what I said One clean page, one clear head Ctrl-N again (again) [Verse 1] [brushed kick enters late, half a bar behind where you'd expect] [vocal sits just behind the beat, conversational, almost spoken] I had a plan in a tab called "final" Then "final-final," then "final, actually" (heh) Coffee went cold, the cursor went white I opened a document to document the night New file, new face, same old ache Blank space staring like a budget mistake I tell myself, "This one's the one—" (mm) then I name it "Untitled" and I let it sit [Pre-Chorus] [bass slides in, fingers dragging on the wound strings] I'm making room for the thing I'm avoiding Writing the weather instead of the storm (yeah) Every little maybe gets a mansion downtown I build another floor just to not come down (to not come down) [Chorus] [full kit, but the hi-hat is loose and rattling — nothing gridded] [second vocal doubled slightly out of sync, drifting] Ctrl-N, new beginning Same old me, but the screen keeps grinning Click-click, slick trick, here we go again I keep creating ways to never end (never end) Ctrl-N — and I mean it this time Brand-new file for the same indecision Save as, stay lost, call it discipline (call it discipline) Close one door, then I Ctrl-N again [Verse 2] [guitar layer added and never removed — the mix starts getting crowded on purpose] There's a folder named "Later" weighing thirty gigs Full of half-made things I swore I'd get to A screenplay, a spreadsheet, a birthday I missed (oof) A list of all the lists I haven't started yet My desktop looks like a tiny crime scene Icons in a panic, thumbnails turning mean I drag one thought to a folder called "Thoughts" (hh) Now I need a system for the systems I bought [Pre-Chorus] [a second, quieter pre-chorus vocal bleeds in under the first, not quite aligned] I'm making drafts of the draft of a feeling Polishing flaws till the flaws start appealing You ask if it's done — I say "almost," and then (mm) That's just how I say I hit Ctrl-N again [Chorus] [ad-libs answering the lead, ragged, sometimes early] Ctrl-N, new beginning (new beginning) Same old me, but the screen keeps grinning (keeps grinning) Click-click, slick trick, here we go again I keep creating ways to never end (ways to never end, yeah) Ctrl-N — and I mean it this time Brand-new file for the same indecision (same, same) Save as, stay lost, call it discipline Close one door, then I Ctrl-N again [Post-Chorus] [stuttered vocal chop, but let the pitch wobble — no tuning correction] N-n-new, new, new (hah) What was I supposed to do? N-n-new, new, new Make a file and make it two (make it two) [Verse 3] [everything from the last two minutes still playing — deliberately cluttered, layers competing] I've got a note called "Notes on the Notes" A quote I can't source, two passwords, one address A voice memo whispering, "Don't forget this" (shh) I forgot what this is, but I'm scared to delete it One for the morning, one for the commute One with a title that sounds resolute One called "Last Chance," one called "Last Chance 2" (ha — yeah) One called "Read This Before You Make Another New" [Instrumental Breakdown] [Breakdown] [kick returns alone, then the whole pile crashes back in at once] Ctrl-N (don't pretend) Ctrl-N (here we bend) Ctrl-N (round the bend) Ctrl-N Again — again (again, again, again) [Final Chorus] [vocal pushes past comfortable range, let it crack, keep the take] Ctrl-N, new beginning Same old me, but the screen keeps grinning Click-click, slick trick, here we go again I keep creating ways to never end (never end) Ctrl-N, last admission (hh) I'm addicted to the immaculate condition No mistakes, no mess, nothing halfway done Just a perfect blank page and a Ctrl-N Ctrl-N, new beginning (new beginning) Watch me lose what I was almost winning Save as, stay lost, let the cycle spin Close one life, then I Ctrl-N again (Ctrl-N again) [Outro] [everything falls away except the first guitar, still slightly out of tune] [fade the room tone up, not down — let the space stay] Untitled one Untitled two Untitled something (mm) I forgot you (hh) Ctrl-N again Yeah — I know what I said One clean page, one clear head Ctrl-N again (again) [guitar stops mid-phrase, hands leave the strings, room tone continues four seconds]
