23 going 24
v4
@euphoria
23 going 24
v4
@euphoria
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[Verse 1]
Flickering lights in my old apartment,
Same street, but it feels so distant.
Left some dreams in the kitchen drawer,
Don’t chase 'em like I did before.
Plans I made with shaky hands,
Turned to dust like beachside sand.
Used to cry in the back of cabs,
Now I breathe when it all goes bad.
[Pre-Chorus]
[soft synth pad builds under vocals]
People say “you’ll figure it out,”
But no one tells you how to calm the doubt…
[Chorus light beat enters — kick, snaps, harmony on “hitting me more” and “not like before”]
It’s just a number, but it’s hitting me more,
This move from twenty-three to twenty-four.
No fireworks, no grand metaphor—
Just feeling things I used to ignore.
Yeah, I’m still me, but not like before—
Somewhere in between twenty-three and twenty-four.
[Verse 2 beat continues low — finger snaps, soft synths]
Old friends fade like a summer song,
Still love them, but I’ve moved on.
Tried to fit in someone’s frame,
But I broke out — I’m done with shame.
Bought myself flowers last weekend,
Didn’t post it, didn’t need a reason.
Healing’s slow, but I’ve seen worse,
At least now, it doesn’t hurt.
[Pre-Chorus beat drops out — ambient pad only]
I still get lost in midnight doubt,
But I don’t need to have it figured out.
[Chorus beat returns — slightly fuller; harmony builds]
It’s just a number, but it’s hitting me more,
This move from twenty-three to twenty-four.
No spotlight, no open door—
Just dancing alone on my bedroom floor.
Yeah, I’m still me, but a little bit more—
Finding peace from twenty-three to twenty-four.
[Bridge 1 bar silence, beat drop — deep synth bass + vocal chops]
I thought I’d feel brand new,
But I just feel more true.
The version of me I’m becoming—
Is someone I barely knew.
[beat fully kicks in — drums, layered synths, vocal loop: “more… more…”, Final Chorus]
[full beat, stacked harmonies, optional ad-libs]
It’s just a moment, but I’m keeping the score,
Of all I’ve lost and what I’m reaching for.
No big change, but I know for sure—
I’m not who I was before.
Caught in the space that I can’t ignore—
This quiet shift from twenty-three to twenty-four.
[outro — vocal echo: “twenty-four… twenty-four…” fades out]
Flickering lights in my old apartment,
Same street, but it feels so distant.
Left some dreams in the kitchen drawer,
Don’t chase 'em like I did before.
Plans I made with shaky hands,
Turned to dust like beachside sand.
Used to cry in the back of cabs,
Now I breathe when it all goes bad.
[Pre-Chorus]
[soft synth pad builds under vocals]
People say “you’ll figure it out,”
But no one tells you how to calm the doubt…
[Chorus light beat enters — kick, snaps, harmony on “hitting me more” and “not like before”]
It’s just a number, but it’s hitting me more,
This move from twenty-three to twenty-four.
No fireworks, no grand metaphor—
Just feeling things I used to ignore.
Yeah, I’m still me, but not like before—
Somewhere in between twenty-three and twenty-four.
[Verse 2 beat continues low — finger snaps, soft synths]
Old friends fade like a summer song,
Still love them, but I’ve moved on.
Tried to fit in someone’s frame,
But I broke out — I’m done with shame.
Bought myself flowers last weekend,
Didn’t post it, didn’t need a reason.
Healing’s slow, but I’ve seen worse,
At least now, it doesn’t hurt.
[Pre-Chorus beat drops out — ambient pad only]
I still get lost in midnight doubt,
But I don’t need to have it figured out.
[Chorus beat returns — slightly fuller; harmony builds]
It’s just a number, but it’s hitting me more,
This move from twenty-three to twenty-four.
No spotlight, no open door—
Just dancing alone on my bedroom floor.
Yeah, I’m still me, but a little bit more—
Finding peace from twenty-three to twenty-four.
[Bridge 1 bar silence, beat drop — deep synth bass + vocal chops]
I thought I’d feel brand new,
But I just feel more true.
The version of me I’m becoming—
Is someone I barely knew.
[beat fully kicks in — drums, layered synths, vocal loop: “more… more…”, Final Chorus]
[full beat, stacked harmonies, optional ad-libs]
It’s just a moment, but I’m keeping the score,
Of all I’ve lost and what I’m reaching for.
No big change, but I know for sure—
I’m not who I was before.
Caught in the space that I can’t ignore—
This quiet shift from twenty-three to twenty-four.
[outro — vocal echo: “twenty-four… twenty-four…” fades out]
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