Torn — Morgan Town · Morgan Town

The story

He keeps one foot in yesterday and one in the door.

Her hoodie still sits on his chair, carrying her smell, and he wears it at night like a bad habit he cannot break. He drives past her apartment, sees the lights on at ten, and keeps circling the block, split between calling and letting go, between morning and the middle of the night, stuck where leaving feels like losing her all over again.

Lyrics

Verse 1

You left your hoodie on my chair, still smells like you I wear it every night like that's a normal thing to do I told my friends I'm over it, I told myself the same But I still flinch a little every time I hear your name

Pre-Chorus

Half of me wants to call you, half of me wants to heal But healin' feels like losin' you and that don't feel real

Chorus

I'm torn between movin' on and holdin' on too tight Torn between the mornin' and the middle of the night Torn between the truth and what I want it all to mean I'm torn right down the middle of the person I should be

Verse 2

I drove past your apartment, saw your lights were on at ten Almost pulled into the lot but kept on drivin' 'round the bend You probably didn't notice, probably didn't even care But I've been circlin' this block like I've been circlin' this prayer

Chorus

Verse 3

Maybe time will sort this out, that's what everybody says But time keeps movin' forward while I'm stuck inside my head I know I shouldn't miss you, know I shouldn't want you back But the heart don't read the memo when it's already cracked

Bridge

So I'll keep one foot in yesterday And one foot in the door Not quite gone, not quite here Just torn forevermore Torn, torn, still torn

The sound

Emotional pop-country, 88 BPM, delicate piano chords, soft electric guitar with reverb, subtle programmed beat mixed with live drums, atmospheric synth pad underneath, intimate male vocal with raw vulnerability, bass with a gentle pulse, builds from sparse verse to full emotional chorus, cinematic and modern production