Just One Verse
Alex Wilson
Description
A poignant alt-pop track that explores the feeling of being underappreciated and used in a relationship. Alex Wilson's raw vocals and honest lyrics tell the story of someone who realizes their worth after being treated as a fleeting moment in another person's life. The song builds from intimate vulnerability to empowered catharsis, showcasing a journey of self-discovery and artistic liberation. Musically, it blends delicate textures with explosive energy, creating a dynamic listening experience.
Lyrics
Verse 1 You left your denim jacket on my chair, Mint gum wrappers tangled in my hair. CVS receipt like a movie script, Your name on everything that never sticks. Two A.M., you buzz the intercom, Say, 'Are you up?' like that's a charm. I make tea, you make a mess, Promise me more, then give me less. Pre-Chorus You said, 'Wait for the chorus—trust the build.' But the hook never came and the track stood still. I kept humming a future you wouldn't rehearse— Guess I was just one verse. Chorus I was just one verse in your song, Pretty and short, left hanging on. You never wrote the part where it hurts, Never gave me the line that I earned. I sang my heart out, you cut the words— Guess I was just one verse. Verse 2 Polaroids curled on the windowsill, You blinked on purpose so the edges thrill. Thrift-store ring that you swore was fate, Turns my finger green like a warning late. You played me demos in your parents' car, Said, 'Don't tell anyone, you're my star.' But secrets feel cheap when the daylight comes— I won't be the silence you keep between drums. Pre-Chorus You said, 'Wait for the chorus—big payoff.' But my lungs ran out and the lights switched off. You kept saving the best like an unreleased verse— Guess I was just one verse. Chorus I was just one verse in your song, Pretty and short, left hanging on. You never wrote the part where it hurts, Never gave me the line that I earned. I sang my heart out, you cut the words— Guess I was just one verse. Bridge So don't call at 2:14 to say you 'miss my sound,' Don't ask me for a rhyme to spin your guilt around. If closure needs a melody, I'll keep it in my throat— Write your second verse alone. Down-Chorus Just one verse in your song, Pretty and short… I'm already gone. Final Chorus I was just one verse in your song, But I learned to sing with the lights turned on. Wrote my own chorus, burned your first— Now I'm louder than what came first. You had a chance; I have the words— I'm more than just one verse. Tag New page. New pen. No you.