bedroom studio on 5th street

(yeah, 5th street, 4 am again) neon blue light bleeding through the blinds trying to find peace that I'll never find plugged in the mic, turned the reverb high pouring out feelings that I usually deny got three different plugins on my lead vocal chain trying to make a melody out of personal pain monitor speakers buzzing soft and low nowhere to be and nowhere left to go making hits out of heartbreaks from last year hiding all the truth in the atmosphere in this bedroom studio on 5th street making sad songs over a bounce beat (bounce beat) selling my tears for a couple thousand streams living out my nightmare dressed as your dreams yeah, bedroom studio on 5th street turning old pain into something so sweet got designer trash stacked up by the door empty soda cans sitting on the floor friends call my phone asking where I been i just tell 'em that I'm working on a twin another heartbreak track for the digital age trapped inside a studio that feels like a cage and if I turn off the mic, what's left of me? just a shadow singing out of key (singing out of key) no autotune to save me from myself in this bedroom studio on 5th street making sad songs over a bounce beat (bounce beat) selling my tears for a couple thousand streams living out my nightmare dressed as your dreams yeah, bedroom studio on 5th street turning old pain into something so sweet 5th street... just turn off the lights... (fade to quiet)