Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Back seat kid in a split-up house Dad’s new place smells like cheap takeout Mom’s on the porch Eyes glazed Burned out They trade fake smiles I tune them out Two Christmas trees Same empty box Suitcase life and a closet of locks Therapist asks what I really want I shrug and laugh Say “I don’t give a—” [Chorus] I’m stuck in between your war Torn like the shirt on my floor You say “grow up ” I say I’m trying I’m seventeen and I feel like dying Screaming in a room that’s quiet Writing my will on a cracked phone screen If this is what you call surviving Why the hell don’t I feel free? [Verse 2] Kitchen fight over alimony I’m upstairs scrolling Feeling lonely You both swear you’d “die for me” I’m just praying you’d look and see School hall stares I’m the “sad kid” joke Hood up Headphones Hope they choke Teacher asks why I missed last week I bite my tongue till my gums all bleed [Chorus] I’m stuck in between your war Torn like the shirt on my floor You say “grow up ” I say I’m trying I’m seventeen and I feel like dying Screaming in a room that’s quiet Writing my will on a cracked phone screen If this is what you call surviving Why the hell don’t I feel free? [Bridge] Dark thoughts Bright blade on the bathroom sink Staring at the edge Too tired to blink If I disappear Would you even think That maybe this was partly on you? (hey) But I text my friend Say “I’m not okay” He types back “stay Please fucking stay” We share our scars in the hallway gray Guess I’m not alone in this Are you? [Chorus] We’re stuck in between their war Torn like the shirts on our floor They say “grow up ” we say we’re trying We’re seventeen and we feel like dying Screaming in a world that’s quiet Breaking the script that they wrote for me If this is what you call surviving Then I’ll stay here and learn to breathe [Outro] Yeah I’ll stay here and learn to breathe Middle of the wreck I still choose me (shouting) I still choose me I still choose me
Tags
rock, Emo punk screamo, male vocals; sharp, overdriven guitars with dissonant octave riffs and chugs under raw, dynamic drums. Verses stay tense and palm-muted with ghostly synth pads in the background; chorus explodes with stacked screams and strained melodic top line. Bridge drops to half-time with icy lead synth and feedback, then surges into a chaotic final chorus with gang vocals and cymbal wash., screamo, sad, emo punk
Duration
3:09
Instrumental
No
Created
1/21/2026