Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Four walls Peeling paint and coffee rings Laundry mountain Chair that wears my jeans Phone glow Like a fridge light at 3 a.m Talking to the ceiling Like it’s my only friend [Chorus] I’m so cooped up Counting lines in the drywall Running laps round the same old thoughts Till they all blur I’m so cooped up Kissing daylight through the window Dreaming barefoot on a back road Any road Anywhere but here [Verse 2] Same mug Same song stuck in my head Scroll thumb Half-asleep and half in dread Plants droop Even they’re sick of this room Air thick Like it’s hiding all the truth [Chorus] I’m so cooped up Counting lines in the drywall Running laps round the same old thoughts Till they all blur I’m so cooped up Kissing daylight through the window Dreaming barefoot on a back road Any road Anywhere but here
Tags
Dry, tight indie-pop groove with shuffling drums, rubbery bass, and scratchy rhythm guitar. Verses feel close and claustrophobic; chorus cracks open with wide synth pads and stacked male vocals. Subtle ear-candy fills between lines, big roomy reverb on the hook to sell that first-breath-outside feeling.
Duration
2:06
Instrumental
No
Created
3/15/2026