Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Make my tea Watch my hands move Like a stranger In my own room Laugh on cue Hear it come out wrong Like a bad dub On the right song [Chorus] I feel like a third-person ghost Hovering over my own postcode I’m here but I’m not I’m clear but I’m lost Just my brain in a coat Too aware Too far to touch Staring at a life that looks like us It’s mine on paper Mine in photos Doesn’t feel like me though [Verse 2] Mouth says “fine” Head says “prove it” Friends crack jokes I lip-sync through it Catch my face In the train glass blur Think “she’s fit” Then realise it’s her (oh) [Chorus] I feel like a third-person ghost Hovering over my own postcode I’m here but I’m not I’m clear but I’m lost Just my brain in a coat Too awake to fall asleep Too detached to really speak It’s my voice talking Someone else’s notes Doesn’t feel like me though [Bridge] Clock hands crawl Skin feels borrowed I press my pulse Like I’m checking a stranger If I wave back When I see my reflection Will I drop back in? Will I drop back in? [Chorus] I feel like a third-person ghost Hovering over my own postcode I’m here but I’m not I’m clear but I’m lost Just my brain in a coat Too aware Too distant to hold Living in a story I’ve been told It’s mine in memories Mine in echoes Doesn’t feel like me though
Tags
Moody alt-pop ballad with British female raspy vocals; close-mic’d, almost spoken in the verses over sparse piano and soft sub bass, building into a wider, reverb-washed chorus with dusty drums and moody guitars. Intimate breaths and layered low harmonies on hooks, bridge pulling energy back to near-whisper before a final, raw chorus push.
Duration
3:03
Instrumental
No
Created
4/9/2026