grab me by the neck
Raw, fragile yet intense, trembling with emotion, Wavering female with amazing voice hitting easy, effortless highs notes, , Dark indie rock x punk rock, melancholic mood, slow tempo, raw female vocals, poetic and brooding lyrics, atmospheric reverb, vulnerable but angry
bleeder·3:24
3:24
grab me by the neck
Raw, fragile yet intense, trembling with emotion, Wavering female with amazing voice hitting easy, effortless highs notes, , Dark indie rock x punk rock, melancholic mood, slow tempo, raw female vocals, poetic and brooding lyrics, atmospheric reverb, vulnerable but angry
Creator: bleederRelease Date: March 5, 2026
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
thin line walker
clock hand stalker
thoughts get darker
truth talk sharper
ink-stained author
web thread caught ya
steps grow softer
loop grows larger
late night caller
i caught ya
breathing on the wire
just to let me know
(that, that, that)
you miss me too
[chorus]
turning again
grab me by the neck
you're a frowning friend
your familar back
motion for the whim
choking on the tact
could begin again
but whats the point of that
[Verse 2]
dim room watcher
slow breath talker
pulse runs louder
night grows larger
half-lit window
drawn out border
words fall softer
time runs shorter
late night whisper
still got ya
breathing through the dark
like you always do
slow, slow, slow
pulling me to you
[chorus]
turning again
grab me by the neck
you're a frowning friend
your familiar back
motion for the whim
choking on the tact
could begin again
but whats the point of that
[outro]
turning again
same old tact
say we could change
but we take it back
late night quiet
low on the line
nothing but midnight
eating the time
thin line walker
clock hand stalker
thoughts get darker
truth talk sharper
ink-stained author
web thread caught ya
steps grow softer
loop grows larger
late night caller
i caught ya
breathing on the wire
just to let me know
(that, that, that)
you miss me too
[chorus]
turning again
grab me by the neck
you're a frowning friend
your familar back
motion for the whim
choking on the tact
could begin again
but whats the point of that
[Verse 2]
dim room watcher
slow breath talker
pulse runs louder
night grows larger
half-lit window
drawn out border
words fall softer
time runs shorter
late night whisper
still got ya
breathing through the dark
like you always do
slow, slow, slow
pulling me to you
[chorus]
turning again
grab me by the neck
you're a frowning friend
your familiar back
motion for the whim
choking on the tact
could begin again
but whats the point of that
[outro]
turning again
same old tact
say we could change
but we take it back
late night quiet
low on the line
nothing but midnight
eating the time