[Verse 1] Mom and dad It’s me again Talking to a closed door Same old thing You nod your heads But your eyes move on Guess you never made it to the last song
[Pre-Chorus] And I rewind your words at night Play them back See if they rhyme But I’m tired of chasing your applause Tired of pausing every thought
[Chorus] Mom and dad You don’t have to listen I’m still gonna write some more Fill up every folded page in my kitchen Stack them by my bedroom door You can miss every line Every verse I rehearse I’ll still turn my hurt into chords Mom and dad You don’t have to listen I’m still gonna write some more
[Verse 2] You ask “So how’s that little hobby?” While I’m bleeding my truth on a cheap copy sheet You change the subject when I hit play So I sing to the ceiling instead of your names
[Pre-Chorus] I used to beg you “Stay right there” Now I just breathe and pull up a chair For the kid in me who waited on your claps I’ll be the echo that they never had
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[Bridge] One day you might find a notebook in a box Ink stains Coffee rings All the nights I felt lost If you read just one page and finally see my voice Know I didn’t write it for you I wrote it because I had no choice
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Style of Music
Warm indie-pop with intimate acoustic guitar, soft piano pads, and light percussion. Verses stay hushed and confessional; chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a steady, uplifting groove. Subtle bass and tambourine add motion. Vocal production close and conversational, with a gentle swell in the bridge for an emotional peak, then a stripped-down final hook.