Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You’re in your room at 3 AM
Pages full of half-born gems
I hit your phone
You let it ring
Both of us scared of the same damn thing
We got riffs stacked to the ceiling
Hooks that could crack the sky
But we drag our feet on purpose
Say “next week” and pass it by
[Chorus]
Are we afraid of hitting go?
Standing at the edge
Leaning too slow
Every time we’re close
We choke
Laugh it off like it’s a joke
We’re killing our own show
Are we afraid of hitting go?
[Verse 2]
Remember that dive bar downtown?
Soundcheck
Then you walked back out
Said the room felt way too small
For the way your name might crawl these walls
I do the same dance
Different street
Turn my wins into retreat
We call it “timing
” call it “fate”
Anything to justify the wait
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
What if it works?
What if it hits?
What if we’re the ones
Too bright for this?
[low vocal register]
So we play dumb
Play it safe
Stay low
[building drums]
But I’m tired of the almost
Tired of the echo
[Chorus]
Style
rockfuzzy retro-psych riff rock with a thickoverdriven guitar hook and looselive drums; verses sit in a smokyalmost lethargic pocketbass slightly ahead of the beat for tension. chorus bursts wider with doubled male vocalstape slapand soaring lead guitar answering each line. bridge drops to toms and droning organthen slams back into the main riff for a cathartic final chorus.grungetalentedvocal
Prompt
Indie retro psychedelic late 60s riff rock Seattle almost grunge a message to a friend you both sabotage your own success, immensely talented, but lag and thought due to fear of success, male vocal ro
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Burnt_Reynolds_rap3GeneratedJan 9, 2026
ModelAria v5
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