[Intro: Soft, melancholic ambient synth pads swelling in a wide stereo field, accompanied by a slow, pitch-shifted soulful vocal sample loop drifting in the background. A deep, heavy 808 sub-bass pulse enters softly, riding beneath a subtle vinyl crackle.] [Verse 1] Midnight rolling in, shadows on the bedroom wall Staring at the screen, waiting for a text or call Trying to make sense of all the pieces out of place Looking at my reflection, turning eyes away from grace Every single day feels like climbing up a steep incline Checking every hour, losing track of what is mine Heavy in the chest, yeah, the pressure starts to mount When you're giving everything and nothing seems to count [Chorus] [Intimate, whisper-close melodic delivery layered with subtle background harmonies] I’m running on fumes, staring at the ceiling Numb to the pain, hiding every feeling Trying to find a way to breathe through the pressure Wishing that this heavy heart could feel a little lighter Running on fumes, burning up the midnight oil Trying to plant a seed in such a complicated soil [Verse 2] [Slow-rolling trap percussion kicks in with crisp, understated hi-hats and a heavy, distorted 808 drop] People think I'm fine because I keep a steady face Hiding all the cracks in a fast and lonely race Running out of gas, running out of things to say Praying that the morning brings a better kind of day Every time I stumble, feels like I take twenty steps Living in the echo of the promises and threats My mind is getting tired, yeah, my body wants to quit Sitting in the dark, trying to make sense of it [Bridge] [Beat strips back completely, leaving only the moody synth pads and a dry, emotional vocal delivery] And it hurts to admit when you're breaking down Drowning in the noise of a crowded town Can anybody hear me underneath the sound? [Vocal build-up as the pitch-shifted sample loops back in] Yeah, underneath the sound... [Guitar Solo / Instrumental Interlude] [A haunting, weeping electric guitar melody cuts through the ambient pads, mirroring the vocal pain while the slow trap beat gently pulses underneath] [Chorus] [Full vocal power with raw emotional inflection and ad-libs] I’m running on fumes, staring at the ceiling Numb to the pain, hiding every feeling Trying to find a way to breathe through the pressure Wishing that this heavy heart could feel a little lighter Running on fumes, burning up the midnight oil Trying to plant a seed in such a complicated soil [Outro] [Instrumental slowly strips away layer by layer; the 808 fades into a deep drone, and the vocal sample pitches down into a whisper] Just running on fumes... Yeah, can't keep running on empty... Let me catch my breath... [Sudden fade-out into complete silence]
