Sundown caught

[Verse 1] [Extreme Vocal Fry, slow] Sundown caught your silhouette in the door, [Gravelly low-end rattle] Said my name like you've known it before, [Bajan breathiness, lazy] The ceiling fan spins, but I don't feel the breeze, [Throaty articulation] Just the weight of your stare cutting through the grease. [Pre-Chorus] [Cigarette-voice texture] You lit one up without asking me first, [Sultry growl building] Exhaled that truth like a blessing or curse, [Detached but warm, syncopated] I watched the ash fall, counted to ten, [Distorted whisper ad-lib] (again) [Chorus] [Husky mezzo-soprano sustain, heavy fry] This ain't love — it's a slow-burn fuse, [Rattling chest tone on lows] Damp wood, dry lips, and a bottle of blues, [Laid-back syncopated flow, breathy] You pull me close, I pull the thread, [Throaty growl on sustained note] Till we're both unraveled... in this bed. [Verse 2] [Extreme husky texture, Bajan drawl] Your palm on my spine, salty and rough, [Heavy vocal fry, slurred phrasing] Said you don't stay long — I said that's enough, [Breathy lower register] The mosquito hums, the dogwood sighs, [Throaty low-end rumble] Some truths look better through half-closed eyes. [Pre-Chorus] [Cigarette-rasp phrasing, lazy] You poured two fingers, didn't ask for ice, [Sultry growl on vowels] Said "warm is honest, cold is nice," [Detached flow with fry, warm delivery] I took a sip and let it burn, [Distorted whisper ad-lib] (too slow) [Chorus] [Husky mezzo-soprano sustain, heavy fry] This ain't love — it's a slow-burn fuse, [Rattling chest tone on lows] Damp wood, dry lips, and a bottle of blues, [Laid-back syncopated flow, breathy] You pull me close, I pull the thread, [Throaty growl on sustained note] Till we're both unraveled... in this bed. [Bridge — minimal beat, almost a cappella] [Extreme vocal fry only, intimate] What if I told you my voice is just scars? [Gravelly whisper, throaty] Gravel and rum and leftover memoirs, [Bajan breathiness + growl, sustained] What if the crack in my tone is the part, [Throaty articulation, long sustain] You've been missing... in your... heart? [Outro — fading instruments] [Laid-back detached flow, warm fry] The candle blew out, the smoke took the blame, [Heavy rattling fry on fade] You whispered my name — I forgot it again, [Breathy whisper ad-lib, distorted] (forgot it...) [Husky mezzo-soprano final sustain, extreme gravel] Mmm... crackle... gone.