Hollow Resume

Brooding alt-rock ballad with male vocals, moody piano and distant pads, subtle electronic pulses under the verses, Chorus swells with layered low harmonies and a heavy, slow-blooming drum groove, Reverb-soaked guitar accents add tension; final chorus strips back to exposed vocal and piano, ending on a lingering synth drone, male vocals

[Verse 1] Wake up to the same gray ceiling Phone light burns my eyes Scroll through other people's winnings Like watching better lives Cold coffee on the sink Unsent emails in a draft Every dream I ever had Filed under "maybe" and "make me laugh" [Chorus] I'm just a hollow resume Dates and numbers Nothing saved Tell me how to buy some faith Tell me how to sell this ache I wanna be rich in something More than panic More than debt Is there a price tag on a heartbeat? Is there a market for regret? [Verse 2] Mom calls Asks how I'm doing I say "busy " she says "proud" But the silence in my apartment Is the only thing that's loud I try praying to the ceiling I try talking to the walls I put "open to connection" On a profile Then stall [Chorus] I'm just a hollow resume Dates and numbers Nothing saved Tell me how to buy some faith Tell me how to sell this ache I wanna be rich in something More than panic More than debt Is there a price tag on a heartbeat? Is there a market for regret? [Bridge] Is there a class that teaches How to feel like you belong? Can I major in believing I'll be held when I go wrong? (oh) They say "love yourself It happens" Like it's written in the stars But my future feels like traffic Red lights and borrowed cars [Chorus] I'm still a hollow resume Praying someday it translates Into someone seeing through All the quiet All the blue I wanna be rich in someone Who remembers why I stayed Counting blessings Counting breathing Not just hours I've been paid [Outro] Until then it's just this ceiling And a glow on my face Searching for a password To unlock my own place

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