passing by
a DYI post-hardcore punk track recorded in a bedroom at 2 in the morning, very moody, the production is flawed and varies in quality with slight fuzz, the instrumental is minimal and stays at a low energy level, the singer is a female whose vocal timbre is low and tonality is emotional, a technically amazing with whistle register voice hitting 7th octave, but there's a manic quality in this song and deep vulnerability
passing by
a DYI post-hardcore punk track recorded in a bedroom at 2 in the morning, very moody, the production is flawed and varies in quality with slight fuzz, the instrumental is minimal and stays at a low energy level, the singer is a female whose vocal timbre is low and tonality is emotional, a technically amazing with whistle register voice hitting 7th octave, but there's a manic quality in this song and deep vulnerability
Lyrics
Verse 1
I didn't ask to be so anxious all the time
It's just kind of a part of my mind.
I know you wanted to go to dinner,
but I need some time
Life keeps depleting —
and it hurts to survive.
I shouldn’t let fear of death
be my limitation, but…
It’s hard to feel alive when I'm always hesitating....
Chorus
Let me apologize —
I think I’m dying, and I don’t know why.
Everything’s fast — too fast —
I’m brisk, I’m blank, I’m passing by.
Do you see me? Am I even still here?
Am I dissociating... or are you leaving?
it's really not clear
Verse 2
I cancel plans, then hate myself for the mess
Caught in a war between my stomach and breath
I see the patience wearing thin in your eyes
You say, "Let's talk," but my heart starts to jump
Too many beats per second, like a kick drum in my chest
I don't want to have a chat — I'm a fucking wreck
Let’s just sit together in silence, don’t go too far
You’re my security blanket, my north star
bridge
Absence breeds anxiety —
it rips me apart quietly
If you go too far, are gone too long —
I’m not sure I’ll hold on
Chorus
Let me apologize — I think I’m dying,
and I don’t know why.
Everything’s fast — too fast —
I’m brisk, I’m blank, I’m passing by.
Do you see me? Am I even still here?
Am I dissociating... or are you leaving?
it's really not clear
Outro
If I fall apart right here in your hands,
Would you still sit with me, not need to understand?
Some things don't heal, they just get named
...And
Knowing what it is doesn’t mean it goes away.
Knowing what it is doesn’t mean it goes away.
Knowing what it is doesn’t mean it goes away
Knowing what it is doesn’t mean it goes away