[INTRO] [Crooked solo-piano motif; intimate room sound, slightly uneven human timing] [Youthful male high-tenor hums softly, then takes a small breath] [VERSE 1] [Close-mic conversational delivery; dry, tired and casually amused] Oh, I fell down hard, now I’m at the doctor’s again The nurse took my vitals and told me I’m too tense Doctor told me I’ve got a broken heart Prescribed me meds I can’t pronounce Now I’m walking home ’cause my phone won’t charge [Piano adds playful offbeat notes beneath the increasingly bleak details] Life has that awful funny way of hitting me with car after car But there’s no sense crying over a few dozen deep scars So my timing may be awful or someone’s after me But the pills that I keep taking at least give me energy [PRE-CHORUS] [Soft kick and hand percussion enter; piano rhythm becomes restless] [Vocal grows brighter as though pretending everything is fine] Oh, I’m run-run-run—runnin’ on empty-ee-ee No money in my wallet ’cause I just keep for-get-ting How can I not laugh at how bad I have it? It’s almost like a superpower full of bad habits [CHORUS] [Catchy anti-pop lift; bouncing piano, loose percussion and dry stacked vocals] [Each short line lands like another item on an unfortunate list] So I keep on running Keep on tripping Keep on crying Considered stripping I keep on swimming I’ll hold my breath I’ll dive real deep Am I depressed? [Brief awkward silence] [Single questioning piano note] [VERSE 2] [Percussion drops out; playful talk-singing over lightly stumbling piano] Oh, I keep falling, but, you know, falling ain’t so bad If you know that you’ll be fallin’, you put on knee pads And yeah, I may be broke with nothing but my shoes But it could always be much worse, like getting eaten at a zoo [Piano trails off as if reconsidering that statement] [BRIDGE] [Slower emotional pull; low piano chords and audible close-mic breaths] Oh, this little broke heart can’t afford another beating Can I trade it in for something worth repeating? ’Cause every time I fall, I learn to bounce back faster But I don’t think that means I’ll be okay after [Melody rises gently; humor disappears and the vocal becomes exposed] But falling is a rush that makes me feel alive Oh, I know it’s real bad, and I wonder if this is a life— That I should be pursuing when I know it’s bad-bad-bad for me— [Final “me” thins into fragile falsetto] [Piano hesitates, then returns to the earlier bouncing rhythm] [PRE-CHORUS] [False optimism returns; finger snaps and crooked piano accents] Oh, I’m run-run-run—runnin’ on empty-ee-ee No money in my wallet, got a mind like spaghetti How can I not laugh at how bad I have it? I’ll just own it like a superpower full of bad habits [SOFT CHORUS] [Almost whispered; piano only, slower and uncertain] [Questions replace the earlier confidence] Do I keep on running? Keep on tripping? Keep on crying? Considered stripping? Do I keep on swimming Or hold my breath? Do I dive real deep? Oh, fuck, I’m depressed… [Small breathy laugh that immediately fades] [Four exposed piano notes lead into the final chorus] [FINAL CHORUS] [Fuller acoustic arrangement; catchy but intentionally unpolished] [Natural vocal cracks and loose doubles; emotional without belting] Do I keep on running? Keep on tripping? Keep on crying? Considered stripping? Do I keep on swimming Or hold my breath? Do I dive real deep? Oh, fuck, I’m depressed… [Everything abruptly drops back to solo piano] [OUTRO] [Spoken-sung with exhausted acceptance] Guess I’ll take the medicine Can’t hurt to see what happens… [Long pause; one uneasy piano chord] [Quietly spoken] Well… knowing me, it could… [The piano attempts its opening motif, hits one wrong note and stops]
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