[Verse 1] We learned to type on noisy keys, Dial-up nights, AOL dreams, Burned our CDs, named our files, Thought we’d be rich in a little while. College loans and graduation caps, Then the floor just… fell right back, They said “work hard, you’ll be fine,” So we worked hard and ran out of time. [Pre-Chorus] They called us lazy, called us broke, We called it humor just to cope, Every plan had a footnote, Every win felt temporary. [Chorus] We’re the “almost there” generation, Raised on hope and hesitation, Still waiting for the life they sold, Still young, somehow getting old. We laugh it off, we carry on, Sing along to the same old songs, Yeah, we’re tired, yeah, we care, We just learned to breathe mid-air. [Verse 2] Avocado jokes, rent too high, Side hustle just to get by, Therapy words in casual talk, Burnout dressed up as “the grind.” We watched the markets rise and fall, Lost a decade to a stalled-out call, They said “buy now,” then changed the rules, Said “act surprised” like we’re the fools. [Pre-Chorus] We hit refresh, we make a plan, Then the plan needs a bigger plan, Every dream costs more than before, But quitting never felt like us. [Chorus] We’re the “almost there” generation, Raised on hope and hesitation, Still waiting for the life they sold, Still young, somehow getting old. We laugh it off, we carry on, Sing along to the same old songs, Yeah, we’re tired, yeah, we care, We just learned to breathe mid-air. [Bridge] We survived recessions, trends, and fear, Irony became our armor here, Still believe, just quieter now, Hope’s not gone — it just knows how. We don’t need mansions or a throne, Just a place that feels like home, And maybe time to catch our breath, Before another “once-in-a-lifetime” mess. [Final Chorus] We’re the “still trying” generation, Holding on with quiet patience, We didn’t quit, we just adapted, Kept our hearts intact but padded. We’ll show up late, but we’ll show up real, Still chasing something we can feel, Yeah, we’re tired, yeah, we care, Still learning how to land mid-air. [Outro] Same songs. New aches. Still here. Still trying.
