I made a hit in my pyjamas Mic stand’s just a broken lamp Neighbours think I’ve lost my mind Singing takes in one-take spans Laptop glowing 2AM Coffee rings on every track I said “just one more tweak tonight” Now the sun is creeping back No label, no plan, no clue what I’m doing Just me and a loop that I keep on abusing I’m a bedroom popstar, king of the small screen Charts in my head but nowhere I’ve been Posting my life in a 15-second scene Yeah I’m going nowhere, but I’m chasing the dream Bedroom popstar, DIY fame Streams going up but they butcher my name If this is delusion, I’ll stay just the same ‘Cause I feel like somebody when I play my own game Got 200 plays in a week now Half of those are probably me Mum said “this one sounds quite nice” Dad said “is this meant to be?” Interface held on with tape Cables tangled round my feet Every chorus feels like gold Every verse I want to delete I hate it, I love it, I’m stuck in the middle One day I’m genius, next day it’s brittle I’m a bedroom popstar, king of the small screen Charts in my head but nowhere I’ve been Posting my life in a 15-second scene Yeah I’m going nowhere, but I’m chasing the dream Bedroom popstar, DIY fame Streams going up but they butcher my name If this is delusion, I’ll stay just the same ‘Cause I feel like somebody when I play my own game No crowd but I hear them loud In the echo of my room Every wall’s a stadium Every night’s a debut Yeah it’s fake ‘til it’s real And it’s real ‘cause I feel Every word I sing Even if it’s just me listening I’m a bedroom popstar, lights never on Crowd in my head still singing along Might not be famous, but I still belong To the songs that I’ve been writing all along Bedroom popstar, that’s what I’ll be Half in the world, half in a dream And if no one’s watching, it’s still on repeat Yeah I feel like somebody when it’s only me © Kaftanjack - 2026
