G.P.A. (Gone, Pretty Awful)

alternative rock, punk-funk, slacker rock

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[Final Master]

[Verse 1]
You left a note on my syllabus,
Spelled my name wrong — guess that’s us.
Took your records, left the milk,
Now my fridge hums with passive guilt.
Snuck out like a pop quiz fail,
I’m still here, chasing my own tail.
Fridge is full, but only your diet Coke,
Tried to write you a haiku — choked.

[Verse 2]
You said, “Grow up, get a clue,”
I dropped Psych 101 — just for you.
Now I major in sleep 'til noon,
And minor in staring at the moon.
Our love was a campus myth,
Like ghosts, after the freshman cliff.
Midterms hit, I hit the floor —
Your goodbye was a metaphor.

[Instrumental Break – Tension Build]
[Fuzzed-out guitar teeters between coherence and chaos, drums loop with twitchy syncopation, bass walks off somewhere weird but cool]

[Pre-Chorus]
I got dumped in a group project,
Now I’m citing pain in MLA.
You said we’re on “different paths”…
Well mine’s just the longer way.

[Chorus]
'Cause my GPA’s gone, pretty awful,
And so are you — but hey, that’s college.
Cafeteria hearts get cold so fast,
Like your eyes in that Thursday class.
Yeah, my GPA’s gone, gone, gone —
And my roommate wrote this song.

[Bridge]
Left your hoodie in my drawer,
Smells like patchouli and closed doors.
Bet you’re out with some Philosophy guy,
Talking Nietzsche with bedroom eyes.

[Chorus x2]
'Cause my GPA’s gone, pretty awful,
And so are you — but hey, that’s college.
Cafeteria hearts get cold so fast,
Like your eyes in that Thursday class.
Yeah, my GPA’s gone, gone, gone —
And my therapist likes this song.

[Second chorus layers in chant vocals + overdriven guitar jabs]

[Guitar Solo (12 Bars)]
[Starts melodic then spirals into fuzzy, sarcastic chaos — like someone shredding through student debt]

[Spoken Outro (Talk-sung, half-laughed)]

Anyway… if love’s a lecture,
I guess I skipped the lab.
Still got your shampoo, though.
You want it back or…?
Yeah, didn’t think so.
[drum hits… amp buzz fades]

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[This is a 1990s-style slacker breakup anthem with continuous full-band instrumentation, The song features a tension-building instrumental break after Verse 2, and a 12-bar guitar solo before the outro, The vocal tone is sarcastic but emotionally leaky, balancing humor with low-stakes heartbreak, Genre: Alternative rock with punk-funk grit and dropout-era melancholy Instruments: Dry, punchy drums; melodic bass; fuzzed and slightly off-kilter guitar Vocals: Male — spoken phrasing, chantable hooks, and strained sincerity moments Tone: Comic Defiance + Academic Collapse Structure: Verse > Verse > Break > Pre-Chorus > Chorus > Bridge > Chorus x2 > Solo > Spoken Outro Mood: Sounds like a college radio hit that failed its own midterm — sarcastic but strangely sincere] [Final Master] [Verse 1] You left a note on my syllabus, Spelled my name wrong — guess that’s us. Took your records, left the milk, Now my fridge hums with passive guilt. Snuck out like a pop quiz fail, I’m still here, chasing my own tail. Fridge is full, but only your diet Coke, Tried to write you a haiku — choked. [Verse 2] You said, “Grow up, get a clue,” I dropped Psych 101 — just for you. Now I major in sleep 'til noon, And minor in staring at the moon. Our love was a campus myth, Like ghosts, after the freshman cliff. Midterms hit, I hit the floor — Your goodbye was a metaphor. [Instrumental Break – Tension Build] [Fuzzed-out guitar teeters between coherence and chaos, drums loop with twitchy syncopation, bass walks off somewhere weird but cool] [Pre-Chorus] I got dumped in a group project, Now I’m citing pain in MLA. You said we’re on “different paths”… Well mine’s just the longer way. [Chorus] 'Cause my GPA’s gone, pretty awful, And so are you — but hey, that’s college. Cafeteria hearts get cold so fast, Like your eyes in that Thursday class. Yeah, my GPA’s gone, gone, gone — And my roommate wrote this song. [Bridge] Left your hoodie in my drawer, Smells like patchouli and closed doors. Bet you’re out with some Philosophy guy, Talking Nietzsche with bedroom eyes. [Chorus x2] 'Cause my GPA’s gone, pretty awful, And so are you — but hey, that’s college. Cafeteria hearts get cold so fast, Like your eyes in that Thursday class. Yeah, my GPA’s gone, gone, gone — And my therapist likes this song. [Second chorus layers in chant vocals + overdriven guitar jabs] [Guitar Solo (12 Bars)] [Starts melodic then spirals into fuzzy, sarcastic chaos — like someone shredding through student debt] [Spoken Outro (Talk-sung, half-laughed)] Anyway… if love’s a lecture, I guess I skipped the lab. Still got your shampoo, though. You want it back or…? Yeah, didn’t think so. [drum hits… amp buzz fades]

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