[Verse 1] Alarm on the floor Didn’t even set it Same four walls Know my name by now Cold coffee ring On the same old novel Haven’t turned a page In a couple months somehow
[Chorus] I’m so tired of life Same old ceiling Same old sigh But a small Small voice Says “stay Just try” I’m so tired of life But I’m still here tonight
[Verse 2] Phone face down Blue dots blinking Friends in a bar I said I’m “busy again” Sink full of plates Takeout on the counter Heart feels heavy Like it’s made of wet cement
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[Bridge] Maybe I don’t need a miracle Maybe just a morning I can stand One deep breath One small plan Text one friend back Hold my own hand
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Stile di musica
Moody alt-pop over warm bass and sparse drums; intimate male vocals close-mic’d and conversational. Verses stay stripped with soft keys and subtle guitar swells; chorus swells with airy pads and doubled topline, then drops back down for the last line. Small lift in the bridge with a simple tom build and distant gang vocals on ad-libs.