ALIVE BUT NOT LIVING

VERSE 1 Yeah I wake up breathing — congrats to me, I guess, Another day of “functioning” and mild adult stress. My body’s clocked in but my soul called out, Left a sticky note saying “figure it out.” I’m here, I exist, I’m technically present, But I’m running on vibes and expired antidepressants. I’m a glitch in the system, a half-loaded save, A punk rock zombie with a middle-aged wave. PRE‑CHORUS I’m not dead, but I’m not exactly thriving, Just a Gen‑X kid who never mastered “surviving.” I’m awake, but the lights are flickering dim, Like a thrift-store lamp with a frayed-ass rim. CHORUS I’m alive — but I don’t feel like I live, Running on fumes like a car your dad won’t fix. I’m breathing — but it don’t feel legit, Just a body on autopilot doing basic human shit. Yeah I’m here — but I’m barely in the frame, Trying to feel something that remembers my name. VERSE 2 I laugh at jokes I don’t even hear, Nodding like “yeah totally” with a deadpan sneer. I’m a background extra in my own damn show, Like the world forgot to tell me where I’m supposed to go. I’m a spark with no flame, a mixtape that won’t play, A punk rock soul stuck buffering all day. I’m a car on idle at a red light forever, Waiting for a green that’s coming literally never. PRE‑CHORUS 2 I’m not gone, but I’m not exactly present, Life’s a gift — cool, can I return this present? I’m awake, but the volume’s turned down low, Like a Gen‑X anthem on a broken radio. VERSE 3 — PURE GEN‑X SNARK I keep checking my pulse like “yo, you still in there?” Heart beats back like “barely, but sure, I care.” I’m a half-written lyric in a notebook from ’98, Right next to a doodle of a band that never got great. I’m a spark plug firing in an engine that’s tired, A punk kid screaming but the mic’s not wired. I’m alive, yeah sure, I guess technically, But it feels like life forgot to plug in me. BRIDGE — GEN‑X HOPE BUT WITH AN EYEROLL Maybe there’s a switch I ain’t flipped yet, A fire I buried, a dream I forget. Maybe I’m numb ’cause I’ve been through too much, But I’m still here — and that still counts as enough. Maybe I’m cracked but the light gets through, Maybe the spark I lost is still something I can do. Maybe “alive” ain’t perfect, but it’s still a start, Even a quiet pulse can restart a heart. BREAKDOWN — SPOKEN, DEADPAN, GEN‑X ENERGY I’m not dead, I’m not gone, I’m just stuck in the loading screen too long. I’m not broken, I’m not fine, I’m just trying to feel something that feels like mine. I’m not empty, I’m not full, I’m just tired of life being this damn dull. FINAL CHORUS — BIG, LOUD, SARCASM WITH HEART I’m alive — even when I don’t feel it, Hollow inside but I still gotta deal with it. I’m breathing — even when it feels fake, Still waking up like “what move do I make?” Yeah I’m here — and maybe that’s the start, ’Cause even a quiet pulse can restart a heart. I’m alive — and maybe that’s enough tonight, ’Cause even dim sparks still know how to fight