Better Off

pop rock, goth punk, clear three-part female vocals, dynamic, complex layered instruments, powerful, intricate melodies, clean, post-punk

(Single)

March 12, 2025 at 6:46 PMv4

[Intro]
Four walls painted a mundane gray,
Badge photos from a better day...
Five years watching dreams decay,
In a lifeless trap I'm forced to stay...

[Better Off]

[Verse 1]
Sharpie-stained reports nobody reads,
That carpet dent from the legs of my seat,
Monday meetings in that stale Room B,
With Post-It reminders of tasks to complete.

"Your numbers look good," they'd say with fake smiles,
While whispering doubts through paper-thin files.

[Pre-Chorus]
Then Tuesday mornin', without warnin'-(eah-heh-een),
Pink slips waitin', no explainin'-(eeah-eah-een),
Three of us, gone, by end of day,
Best friends fired in the same darn way...

[Chorus]
Sometimes the door slams shut so loud,
It breaks the ceiling and clears the clouds,
But their loss became our winding road,
They took us for granted, it's time we got bold.

They never saw the fire in me,
Now we're breathing the flames we're meant to be,
Better Off, Better Off,
I'm Better Off, doing my own thing!

[Verse 2]
That night at Jen's, with cheap red wine,
Guitars in corners, collecting dust from time,
"Remember when we'd jam at lunch to brainstorm?"
And just like that, our new band was born!

Three pink slips turned to pink microphones,
From basement sessions, our talents grown,
From office drones to center stage,
Turning "synergy" to melodies that rage!

[Pre-Chorus]
Then a sudden call, at half past four,
"We've made a mistake, we want to hire you once more..."
"...we want you back, and all your friends too!"
But some bridges burn, and NEVER renew!

[Hook]
Not every ladder's worth the climb,
When the price of each rung costs a piece of your mind!
Sometimes the door they thought was the worst,
Leads right to the path you needed first!

[Bridge]
Their cubicle prison, taught us well,
That comfort zones become your hell,
But a paycheck can't replace the feeling,
Of true purpose found and finally healing...

(Ooooohhh aaaahh wooahhh aahh ahh)
(Ooooohhh aaaahh wooahhh aahh yeea!)

[Final Chorus]
Yeah, our doors slam shut so loud,
It breaks their ceilings, clears the clouds,
While their loss became our battle cry,
When we found our strength, and learned to fly...

...they never saw the FIRE in us three,
And now we're shooting the flames we're meant to be!
Better Off, Better Off (so much Better Off),
Better Off, Better Off (and here's the best part...)

[Outro]
Our songs about their corporate games,
Hit platinum, and made our very names.
Now they want us for their company ball,
Since we're sold out at concerts, getting all the calls.

But we're busy rockin' our wedding gowns,
And you're not invited, our groom is our sound!

Keep your pink slips, write it down in red pen:

"𝒲𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒..
𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉..
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝒹.."

[Better Off]

Better Off, Better Off!
(Finally found where I belong!)
Better Off, Better Off!
(Writing our own kind of song!)
Better Off, Better Off!
(Never going back again!)
Better Off, Better Off

Yeah, we're Better Off... The End.

[End]

[Intro] Four walls painted a mundane gray, Badge photos from a better day... Five years watching dreams decay, In a lifeless trap I'm forced to stay... [Better Off] [Verse 1] Sharpie-stained reports nobody reads, That carpet dent from the legs of my seat, Monday meetings in that stale Room B, With Post-It reminders of tasks to complete. "Your numbers look good," they'd say with fake smiles, While whispering doubts through paper-thin files. [Pre-Chorus] Then Tuesday mornin', without warnin'-(eah-heh-een), Pink slips waitin', no explainin'-(eeah-eah-een), Three of us, gone, by end of day, Best friends fired in the same darn way... [Chorus] Sometimes the door slams shut so loud, It breaks the ceiling and clears the clouds, But their loss became our winding road, They took us for granted, it's time we got bold. They never saw the fire in me, Now we're breathing the flames we're meant to be, Better Off, Better Off, I'm Better Off, doing my own thing! [Verse 2] That night at Jen's, with cheap red wine, Guitars in corners, collecting dust from time, "Remember when we'd jam at lunch to brainstorm?" And just like that, our new band was born! Three pink slips turned to pink microphones, From basement sessions, our talents grown, From office drones to center stage, Turning "synergy" to melodies that rage! [Pre-Chorus] Then a sudden call, at half past four, "We've made a mistake, we want to hire you once more..." "...we want you back, and all your friends too!" But some bridges burn, and NEVER renew! [Hook] Not every ladder's worth the climb, When the price of each rung costs a piece of your mind! Sometimes the door they thought was the worst, Leads right to the path you needed first! [Bridge] Their cubicle prison, taught us well, That comfort zones become your hell, But a paycheck can't replace the feeling, Of true purpose found and finally healing... (Ooooohhh aaaahh wooahhh aahh ahh) (Ooooohhh aaaahh wooahhh aahh yeea!) [Final Chorus] Yeah, our doors slam shut so loud, It breaks their ceilings, clears the clouds, While their loss became our battle cry, When we found our strength, and learned to fly... ...they never saw the FIRE in us three, And now we're shooting the flames we're meant to be! Better Off, Better Off (so much Better Off), Better Off, Better Off (and here's the best part...) [Outro] Our songs about their corporate games, Hit platinum, and made our very names. Now they want us for their company ball, Since we're sold out at concerts, getting all the calls. But we're busy rockin' our wedding gowns, And you're not invited, our groom is our sound! Keep your pink slips, write it down in red pen: "𝒲𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒.. 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉.. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝒹.." [Better Off] Better Off, Better Off! (Finally found where I belong!) Better Off, Better Off! (Writing our own kind of song!) Better Off, Better Off! (Never going back again!) Better Off, Better Off Yeah, we're Better Off... The End. [End] Copyright © 2024 by Melody&Grace https://suno.com/@melodyandgrace