[Intro] [drums alone Toms building] Ba-da-da-da-da (hey!) Heart in my throat Ba-da-da-da-da Here we go
[Verse 1] Sweaty palms on the mic I can taste the cheap stage smoke Friends packed in the front Laughing like this is a joke Under flickering bar lights Every eye’s a loaded gun Clock hands crawling To the count of one
[Pre-Chorus] I’ve rehearsed this In my bedroom a thousand times But the room tilts When the sound guy gives the sign
[Chorus] Drum roll Hit me like a tidal wave Make my little life feel brave Bang on every fear I hold Drum roll Shake the dust off all my doubt Wake the quiet Knock it out Crash right through my scared and small Drum roll I want it all
[Verse 2] Mom texted “good luck” I said “yeah I’ll be fine” But my voice cracks in my head On every line Sweat stuck to my shirt Set list taped to the floor I can feel the future Pounding at the door
[Pre-Chorus] Then that look From the band like “you alright?” And the sticks rise Like a storm about to strike
[Chorus] Drum roll Hit me like a tidal wave Make my little life feel brave Bang on every fear I hold Drum roll Shake the dust off all my doubt Wake the quiet Knock it out Crash right through my scared and small Drum roll I want it all
[Bridge] [everything drops Floor tom pulse] One breath Two breath Nerves buzz Teeth set This is the part Before the leap Where every promise Starts to speak
[Chorus] Drum roll Hit me like a tidal wave Make my little life feel brave Bang on every fear I hold Drum roll Shake the dust off all my doubt Wake the quiet Knock it out Crash right through my scared and small Drum roll I want it all (yeah, I want it all)
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Explosive pop-punk energy: tight live kit with a cracking snare and tom fills, overdriven power chords, gritty bass locked to the kick. Male vocals with gang shouts on the hook. First verse rides half-time tension; chorus slams in double-time with open hats and octave guitars. Brief middle break for a massive floor-tom build into the final scream-along.