[Intro] [Raw, unpolished electric guitar riff, slightly out of tune] [Simple, driving bassline kicks in] [Verse 1] [Vocal cue: Deadpan female vocal, low alto, conversational, dry delivery] I used to sleep till two P.M. on a mattress on the floor Drink cheap beer and pick fights right outside the liquor store I thought I was a genius, I thought I was so deep But I was just a walking disaster who was terrified of sleep I wore the same black combat boots every day for a year Thinking my apathy made everything perfectly clear [Chorus] [Lo-fi drum beat drops in, slightly messy] [Vocal cue: Double-tracked female vocals, slightly sweeter but still flat] Now I'm making pancakes at 6 A.M. I got a husband and a kid and I really like them The girls from the old scene say I sold out my soul But I'm just tired of climbing out of a hole I traded the drama for a quiet street And the chaotic magic for a steady beat [Verse 2] [Music strips back to just bass and a snare drum] [Vocal cue: Conversational, sarcastic, vocal fry] Remember that guy with the leather jacket and the band? He's still playing Tuesday nights, living out of a van I thought he was dangerous, I thought he was art But he was just a narcissist with a missing part I spent my twenties trying to prove I didn't care Now I'm buying organic apples and brushing my daughter's hair [Chorus] [Guitars come back in loud and jangly] [Vocal cue: Double-tracked female vocals, slightly sweeter but still flat] Now I'm making pancakes at 6 A.M. I got a husband and a kid and I really like them The girls from the old scene say I sold out my soul But I'm just tired of climbing out of a hole I traded the drama for a quiet street And the chaotic magic for a steady beat [Guitar Break] [Simple, repetitive, gritty indie rock guitar solo] [Bridge] [Music slows down, palm-muted guitar chords] [Vocal cue: Dry, almost spoken word] I miss the thrill sometimes, I won't lie The rush of doing things that could make you die But then I look at the minivan parked in the drive And realize it's the first time I've actually felt alive [Chorus] [Maximum 90s indie rock energy, crashing cymbals] [Vocal cue: Double-tracked female vocals, loud but deadpan] Now I'm making pancakes at 6 A.M. I got a husband and a kid and I really like them The girls from the old scene say I sold out my soul But I'm just tired of climbing out of a hole I traded the drama for a quiet street And the chaotic magic for a steady beat [Outro] [Driving bassline, guitar feedback fading in] [Vocal cue: Dry, spoken, dropping the melody entirely] Yeah, I'm boring now. I'm so boring. And it feels really good. Really good. [Sudden stop on a discordant guitar chord]
