[Style: Lo-Fi Bedroom Pop, Slacker Rock, melancholic, intimate, cynical, warm tape saturation, clean reverb guitar arpeggios, laid-back slow groove, 85 BPM] [Intro] [Sparse clean electric guitar arpeggio, drenched in spring reverb] [Soft pulsing kick, subtle shaker, quiet analog tape hiss] [Contemplative, muted atmosphere] [Verse 1] [Understated gender-neutral vocals, close-mic dry delivery, subtle vocal fry] [Warm round bass enters, slow laid-back kick-and-snare pocket] You look at me like I am glass But staring crowds just make me mad I want to disappear in your light But the outside world feels so tight I play my songs but feel no change Like everything I loved turns to hate Your smile is a quiet place to hide From all the noise that lives outside [Chorus] [Drums punch through with crisp snare crack, driving slacker-rock bassline] [Subtly overdriven guitar layer blossoms, double-tracked vocal harmonies] [Weary catharsis, bittersweet melodic hook] I hate what I used to love the most Holding onto this quiet room I love the way that you touch But the world is just too much Yeah the world is just too much Every face just turns to stone I only feel safe when alone [Verse 2] [Instrumentation strips back to pulsing kick and delicate reverb guitar] [Conversational, detached vocal tone, intimate and unhurried] [Ambient guitar swells drifting low in the background] My favorite song just feels like a job A commodity sold to some hollow shell The things that I loved are a currency now I just want to burn it and never ask how But you make the silence not feel so unkind The only clean space that I'm able to find In a sea full of faces I wish would just blur [Outro] [Rhythm drops out; only faint pulsing kick and decaying guitar chords] [Vocal drops to an intimate, tired near-whisper] (Yeah the world is just too much) But I love the way that you touch [Guitar feedback trails off into tape delay] [Fade to silence] [End]
