Was a Tuesday—midday, heat haze

[Verse]

Was a Tuesday—midday, heat haze

Nothing special, just L.A. gray

But then the sirens sang a song

Of twisted metal and something gone wrong

A Frito Lay truck laid down its load

On a side street nobody knows

Cheddar dust in the summer breeze

Crushed hopes underbroken dreams

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[Chorus]

Culver City, falling slow

Crumbs of something we used to know

A thousand bags, all split and torn

Like us—unwrapped, weather-worn

You said, “Even accidents make sense”

But we were never good at consequence

It’s all spilled out, and we just stare

At broken glass and empty air

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[Verse 2]

We used to laugh at things like this

Now silence echoes where joy should sit

The crash, the wreck—it wasn’t loud

Just a hush that covered the crowd

I watched the driver wipe his eyes

Like he knew what it meant to lose the prize

And I stood still, heart in reverse

Wondering if we’d already rehearsed this hurt

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[Chorus]

Culver City, slow collapse

Tiny wounds in plastic wrap

What we built on shaky ground

Now lost beneath this battleground

You said, “It’s just a freak event”

But I think it’s what the silence meant

All our love in disarray

Like chips scattered on a freeway

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[Bridge]

Maybe it’s not about the snacks

But how nothing ever makes it back

Maybe we all carry too much

Until the weight breaks through the clutch

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[Final Chorus]

Culver City, we let go

Flavors fading soft and low

It wasn’t fire, it wasn’t fate

Just a quiet, salted twist of fate

You left like that—no warning sign

Just debris, and no “goodbye” line

The Frito Lay truck told the truth

Sometimes the crash is all that’s left of youth