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
Style
drytight indie-pop groove with shuffling drumsrubbery bassand scratchy rhythm guitar. verses feel close and claustrophobic; chorus cracks open with wide synth pads and stacked male vocals. subtle ear-candy fills between linesbig roomy reverb on the hook to sell that first-breath-outside feeling.
Prompt
Cooped up
Credits
Prompt by
Egirl2026
Egirl2026GeneratedMar 15, 2026
ModelAria v5
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