[Alternative rock ballad with raspy male vocals, gritty tone, emotional phrasing, raw guitars, heavy drums, and defiant lyrics. Mood: romantic] [Intro – slow clean electric guitar with reverb, distant piano notes, low heartbeat kick drum] [Verse 1 – quiet, raspy vocal, sparse guitar] Same hoodie Same cold coffee Phone face down Screen still watching me Curtains closed It’s two in the afternoon All these dishes in the sink Feel like another room [Pre-Chorus – soft drums and bass begin to rise] [Chorus – full alt-rock band, distorted guitars, heavy drums] I’m tired of breathing underwater Tired of waking up this worn If joy’s a jacket on the back of a chair Mine’s been missing since the storm I keep saying I’ll feel better tomorrow But tomorrow never blinks So I just lie here in the quiet Staring past the ceiling and the dishes in the sink [Instrumental – echoing guitar riff, tom-heavy drums] [Verse 2 – gritty vocal, muted guitar pulse] Friends keep calling Let it ring Let it ring Can’t explain How heavy feels like nothing Shower’s running I’m still sitting on the floor Half a person in a towel Half a ghost behind a door [Pre-Chorus – guitars begin to swell again] [Chorus – bigger vocal delivery, layered guitars] I’m tired of breathing underwater Tired of waking up this worn If joy’s a jacket on the back of a chair Mine’s been missing since the storm I keep saying I’ll feel better tomorrow But tomorrow never blinks So I just lie here in the quiet Staring past the ceiling and the dishes in the sink [Solo – emotional electric guitar, long bends and sustained notes] [Bridge – drums drop to slow pulse, intimate vocal] Maybe I’ll stand up Maybe I won’t Maybe that’s fine For today I don’t know But I’ll leave the tap running Just to hear something speak Little river in the kitchen Saying “you’re still here At least” [Final Chorus – biggest dynamic, backing vocals rising] I’m tired of breathing underwater Tired of waking up this worn If joy’s a jacket on the back of a chair Mine’s been missing since the storm I keep saying I’ll feel better tomorrow But tomorrow never blinks So I just lie here in the quiet Staring past the ceiling and the dishes in the sink [Outro – distorted guitar fades into clean reverb, distant piano]
