Something you said

We bought gas station coffee and called it a date
You said you were fine in that terrible way
The moon hung low over foreclosure signs
I called it sad, you said give it some time
I hate this song but I know every word
You turned it up like it hadn’t been heard
I watched your foot shake in the dimmed car light
Like it had somewhere better to be the whole night
LED numbers
Red by the bed
I’ve made a religion
Over something you said
I can make it holy
I can make it bleed
I can make an altar
Out of what I need
You held the ice bucket like some kind of proof
Somebody once expected good news
I wore the wrong shoes for walking away
They were all that I packed, what can I say
We counted exits like rosary beads
You wanted a reason, I wanted to leave
You kept the receipt from a terrible meal
Like evidence something had happened for real
LED numbers
Red by the bed
I’ve made a religion
Over something you said
I can make it holy
I can make it hurt
I can make a heaven
Out of worse and worse
I don’t know why you keep things
I don’t know where they go
There’s a house full of dust
That you still hate to throw
They sell grief as a sermon, make the crowd move
You wanted me there and I wanted it too
I wanted to lie but I knew it was true
Still, I hate being honest with people like you
LED numbers
Red by the bed
I’ve made a religion
Over nothing you said
And all night, all night
The little red choir sang
All night, all night
I called nothing by its name
LED numbers
Red by the bed
I’ve made a religion
Over nothing you said
LED numbers
Red by the bed
I’ve made a religion
Over nothing you said

frantic euphoric art-pop rock, driving piano, big drums, nervous lyrical energy, explosive chorus, raw female vocal, cathartic release, handclaps, choir harmonies, emotional but danceable, anxious verses building into a huge liberating hook