Medicate the Quite

Lo-fi alternative rock anchored by a gritty, looped acoustic riff and fuzzy, overdriven bass, Mid-tempo, behind-the-beat drums pull back for space, while atmospheric vinyl crackle and soft, game-inspired synths drift throughout, Talk-singing vocals coast above the lush, surreal textures

V5.5

(v2)

[Verse 1]
Can’t face an empty room without a little something first
Line up the caffeine, chase it with the worse
Just to take the edge off the sound of my own head
I’d rather be numb than lie awake in this bed
I don’t answer to nobody, that’s the lie I sell —
Truth is I answer to whatever gets me through the spell

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause my own company’s a sentence I can’t serve
Gotta dose it, gotta drown it, gotta steady every nerve
When did being sober with myself start to hurt?
I don’t remember the last time I was just me, unblurred

[Chorus]
I medicate the quiet
Poison in the peace just to sit in my skin
Every time the room goes silent
I reach for the thing that lets the nothing back in
I’m not running from the world — I’m running from within
And the high was never freedom, it’s the cage I locked me in

[Verse 2]
They call it self-care, they call it evolved
But I’m shaking on the tile with nothing solved
Curled on the bathroom floor ‘til the ceiling stops spinning
Tell myself tomorrow’s a fresh clean beginning
Same lie, same needle of the record, same groove
Same trembling hand, same everything to lose

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause my own company’s a stranger I won’t meet
Gotta blur him, gotta bury him, gotta stay on my feet
When did being alone become a thing I can’t beat?
I don’t remember the last time the silence felt sweet

[Bridge]
Who am I to complain?
I built the empty, then I flooded it with rain
Traded all my quiet for a chemical name
And I don’t even feel it anymore — I just feel the shame
Somebody, tell me how to stay
Sober in a silence I keep drinking away

[Outro]
Put it down. Put it down. Let the quiet come clean.
I wanna meet the man behind the medicine screen.
No buzz. No blur. No escape from the still.
God, teach me how to sit here — and just feel.

2073/7500

(v2) [Verse 1] Can’t face an empty room without a little something first Line up the caffeine, chase it with the worse Just to take the edge off the sound of my own head I’d rather be numb than lie awake in this bed I don’t answer to nobody, that’s the lie I sell — Truth is I answer to whatever gets me through the spell [Pre-Chorus] ‘Cause my own company’s a sentence I can’t serve Gotta dose it, gotta drown it, gotta steady every nerve When did being sober with myself start to hurt? I don’t remember the last time I was just me, unblurred [Chorus] I medicate the quiet Poison in the peace just to sit in my skin Every time the room goes silent I reach for the thing that lets the nothing back in I’m not running from the world — I’m running from within And the high was never freedom, it’s the cage I locked me in [Verse 2] They call it self-care, they call it evolved But I’m shaking on the tile with nothing solved Curled on the bathroom floor ‘til the ceiling stops spinning Tell myself tomorrow’s a fresh clean beginning Same lie, same needle of the record, same groove Same trembling hand, same everything to lose [Pre-Chorus] ‘Cause my own company’s a stranger I won’t meet Gotta blur him, gotta bury him, gotta stay on my feet When did being alone become a thing I can’t beat? I don’t remember the last time the silence felt sweet [Chorus] I medicate the quiet Poison in the peace just to sit in my skin Every time the room goes silent I reach for the thing that lets the nothing back in I’m not running from the world — I’m running from within And the high was never freedom, it’s the cage I locked me in [Bridge] Who am I to complain? I built the empty, then I flooded it with rain Traded all my quiet for a chemical name And I don’t even feel it anymore — I just feel the shame Somebody, tell me how to stay Sober in a silence I keep drinking away [Outro] Put it down. Put it down. Let the quiet come clean. I wanna meet the man behind the medicine screen. No buzz. No blur. No escape from the still. God, teach me how to sit here — and just feel.

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