Most Of Them

[Verse 1]
Walkin’ past the corner store
Keys between my fingers
Eyes cut through my headphones
Like I’m here for their thrill
“Smile
Baby
Lighten up”
Laughs spit on the pavement
I taste rust in my mouth
Bite it back
Keep still
[Chorus]
It’s most of them
Hands on my body in their heads again
Mouths full of trash they call compliments
I’m tired
I’m done
I’m over it
But you
You hold the door and not my wrist
Say my name like more than this
You prove it’s not all men
Just most of them
Most of them
[Verse 2]
I used to keep a tally
Stories shared in bathrooms
Every girl I know
Got a scar
Got a script
You ask if I got home safe
Wait for me to text you
You listen when I’m furious
You don’t say I should “forget it”
[Chorus]
It’s most of them
Turn my life into a joke to them
Turn my fear into a dare again
I’m tired
I’m done
I’m over it
But you
You walk me home
You walk beside
Never pull me into pride
You prove it’s not all men
Just most of them
Most of them
[Bridge]
I still flinch when someone shouts
Still cross the street
Still plan my routes
You don’t tell me “not all guys”
You just stand there on my side (yeah)
[Chorus]
’Cause it’s most of them
Think my body is a game to win
Think my “no” is just a line to bend
I’m tired
I’m done
I’m over it
But you
You take my rage
You let it burn
You don’t ask for something earned
You prove it’s not all men
Just most of them
Yeah
You prove it’s not all men
Just most of them

Moody alt-pop with gritty guitars and warm bass, mid-tempo groove. Verses sit low and intimate over restrained drums; chorus explodes with stacked female vocals and fuzzy power chords. Subtle synth pads and distant vocal chops creep in on the bridge, then everything drops to a vocal-and-kick moment before the final hook hits at full intensity. Female vocals, raw but melodic.