Broken Vinyl ©

The story — in my words

I wrote this one late at night when the silence in my apartment felt a little too heavy. I was staring at a stack of old records, one of which had a deep scratch that made the needle skip on my favorite part, and it hit me—that’s exactly what it feels like when someone leaves you mid-chorus. We cut this in a studio that still smelled like old velvet and cigarettes to capture that 'smoky room' energy. I wanted to capture that specific kind of hurt that isn't loud or angry, but just sits there like a ghost in the room. It’s about realizing you were just a temporary melody in someone else’s life while they were the whole soundtrack to yours.