Intro [Low, detuned electric guitar droning] [Loose kick drum, room noise left in] [Vocal breath, slight mic distortion] Verse 1 Woke up past noon with my head in pieces, Mascara smeared like a crime scene wall. Phone’s dead quiet, bank account bleeding, Future feels like a prank call. Empty bottle staring me down, Like it heard every lie I told. There’s a version of me I can’t find, Buried under nights I don’t control. [Drums sit behind the beat, muted guitars] Pre-Chorus Everyone says I’ll figure it out, But no one says how long it takes. I keep asking for something to hold, All I get is a pulse and a fucking headache. [Snare build, feedback rising] Chorus I’m hungover and I’m fucking lost, Staring at the ceiling, counting the cost Of pretending I don’t feel this weight. I drink it down but it never breaks. I’m tired of laughing it off for show, Tired of acting like I already know. If this is living, what’s it for? Or am I just running from myself some more? [Full band crashes in, vocal slightly blown out] Verse 2 Scrolling through lives I don’t recognize, Everyone shining, everyone brave. I’ve got big thoughts and bloodshot eyes, And a habit of digging my own grave. They say “just relax, enjoy the ride,” Like that fixes the hole inside. I don’t want another blurry night Trying to feel alive by getting high. [Guitar riff tightens, bass pushes forward] Pre-Chorus I don’t need saving, I don’t need fame, I just need something to feel like mine. I don’t want comfort wrapped in bullshit, I want truth, even if it’s unkind. [Brief drop, drums cut] Chorus I’m hungover and I’m fucking lost, Running in circles, paying the cost Of saying “I’m fine” when I’m not okay. I smile it off so I don’t break. I keep chasing a feeling I can’t name, Every good time feels the same. If this is freedom, why’s it sore? Why do I want something more? [Backing vocals shout the last line] Bridge [Music drops to bass, floor tom, and pad] Maybe meaning isn’t fireworks, Maybe it’s quiet and hard to see. Maybe it’s dragging yourself through the worst And still believing there’s more to be. I don’t need answers tonight, I don’t need my future solved. I just need one honest moment That doesn’t disappear by morning. [Guitar swell builds] Guitar Solo [Electric guitar solo, raw and emotional] [Uneven bends, sustained notes, slight feedback] [Drums build gradually, cymbals wash] Final Chorus I’m hungover but I’m still breathing, Still fighting through this restless feeling. Maybe that counts for something real. Maybe the ache is how I heal. I don’t have it figured out at all, I just know I don’t want to stall. If there’s a reason I’m still here, I’ll find it through the doubt and fear. [Final chord rings out] Outro [Instruments drop out one by one] [Last guitar note hums, room noise fades]
