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JAR
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JAR was released on March 27, 2026 by NOMARKMORE Music as a part of the album The Elsewhere Color - EP
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Release DateMarch 27, 2026
LabelNOMARKMORE Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Sakharov
Mark Sakharov
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Sakharov
Mark Sakharov
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Sakharov
Mark Sakharov
Producer

Lyrics

Woke up late, sink full of dishes
Same cracked mug, same bad decisions
Jar by the window, pickle brine low
Didn't buy it, don't ask why though
She's in there floatin', eyes half-shut
Lips still movin' like she won't shut up
Not screamin', not sayin' my name
Just tellin' old stories like reruns playin'
Remember that job you didn't quit
Remember that night you almost split
She talks like a list, no tone, no hate
Just facts stacked neat like a case file date
I brush my teeth, she keeps on goin'
Talks through water, talks through noise in
Even when I leave the room at night
I hear her whisper through the drywall light
I heard this story
Please Shut up — I heard this story
Same words, same loop, same fake concern
I know how it ends, I watched it burn
No twist left, no fuckin' surprise —
It's just my life in different lies
She talks when I sleep, talks when I'm gone
Talks like the future already happened and moved on
Not prophecy, not fear, not doom
Just play-by-play of a regular you
Here you stayed
Here you waited
Here you knew, but still delayed it
Same damn sentences, different day
Like she's bored but won't walk away
Friends come over, nobody looks
They see cucumbers, salt, and hooks
They laugh, say, Man, your place is wild
I nod like, Yeah, already tired
Landlord knocks, rent talk, small grin
Jar hums quiet like she's listenin'
She don't warn me, she don't judge
She just keeps count of every nudge
I heard this story
Please Shut up — I heard this story
Same words, same loop, same fake concern
I know how it ends, I watched it burn
No twist left, no fuckin' surprise —
It's just my life in different lies
One night I snap — not loud, not fast
Just tired of hearin' the present as past
Grab the jar, hands don't shake
No speech, no prayer, no mistake
Glass hits tile, sharp cheap sound
Vinegar spills, green rolls around
No head, no eyes, no mouth, no proof
Just broken pickles and kitchen truth
Room goes quiet — too damn clean
Like the volume dropped on everything
I heard this story
Please Shut up — I heard this story
Same words, same loop, same fake concern
I know how it ends, I watched it burn
No twist left, no fuckin' surprise —
It's just my life in different lies
Written by: Mark Sakharov
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