A COLD PLAY

Love here is like repairing something without tools: no matter how hard you try to patch up the cracks, it still crumbles in your hands. All that remains are photographs on the walls, cities between meetings, and the endless echo of ‘fix it, fix it, fix it’ - even though it's clear that it's impossible. The weakness of admitting defeat is mixed with a stubborn unwillingness to let go. The music sounds like an internal debate between ‘it's your fault’ and ‘actually, it's my fault,’ and this debate seems like it will never end.

Associated artist: The Kid LAROI

Lyrics and music by: Charlton Howard

Producer: KBeaZy

Mixing engineer: Serban Genea

Mastering engineer: Bryce Bordone