Burning My Hands v1
Alternative punk rock with a smoky, mid-tempo shove and witch house shadows — tight muted-guitar verses over punchy toms, then a chorus that opens into distorted power chords and half-time snare hits. Pre-chorus strips to bass and gang-clapped pulse, chorus lands with shouted doubles and hoarse ad-libs. Add reversed swells, ghostly pad trails, and a tape-warp filter on the last word of each hook. Gritty, wide, and dirty-bright., rock, witch house, punk
Burning My Hands v1
Alternative punk rock with a smoky, mid-tempo shove and witch house shadows — tight muted-guitar verses over punchy toms, then a chorus that opens into distorted power chords and half-time snare hits. Pre-chorus strips to bass and gang-clapped pulse, chorus lands with shouted doubles and hoarse ad-libs. Add reversed swells, ghostly pad trails, and a tape-warp filter on the last word of each hook. Gritty, wide, and dirty-bright., rock, witch house, punk
Lyrics
Verse 1
I wrap my fingers round your name
Till the seams go thin
Your coat still hangs on my chair
Like it never left my skin
I keep the door chain tight
Like I can hold you there
But the harder I pull you close
The more you turn to air
Pre-Chorus
My grip is a bruise
My love is a fence
I keep pulling harder
And it makes no sense
Chorus
Hold on too tight
Hold on too tight
I burn my hands
When I hold on too tight
Hold on too tight
Hold on too tight
You slip like smoke
When I hold on too tight
Verse 2
There’s a cup by the sink
With your lipstick on the rim
I drink from the same bad want
Then I do it all again
I check every lock at night
Like a prayer gone wrong
But the space where you used to be
Keeps getting bigger, long
Pre-Chorus
My grip is a bruise
My love is a fence
I keep pulling harder
And it makes no sense
Chorus
Hold on too tight
Hold on too tight
I burn my hands
When I hold on too tight
Hold on too tight
Hold on too tight
You slip like smoke
When I hold on too tight
Bridge
I thought love was a chain
Thought chain meant safe
But all I made was a noose
Out of my own mistake
So I open my fist
Let the dark come through
If you ever come back
I’ll leave room for you
Final Chorus
Hold on too tight
Hold on too tight
I burn my hands
When I hold on too tight
Hold on too tight
Hold on too tight
You slip like smoke
When I hold on too tight
Hold on too tight
Hold on too tight
I burn my hands
When I hold on too tight