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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Alarm in the dark
She’s staring at numbers
Blue glow on her face
Jaw tight in the covers
Bus brake
Coffee
Hands that won’t stop shaking
All week in circles
And every bone is aching
[Chorus]
I’m always running
Running
Running
Running out of days
Trading all my hours
For a little bit of pay
World on my chest
Can barely breathe some nights
But when I make it through the door
You two turn on the lights
I’m always running
Running
Running
But you feel like time made right
[Verse 2]
She texts
“you okay?”
Three hearts and a bad meme
I answer with thumbs
Then cry in the washroom steam
Teacher says his name
At some midday meeting
Picture day I missed
Guilt like a heartbeat beating
[Chorus]
I’m always running
Running
Running
Running past my life
Chasing down the rent
On a treadmill made of ice
World on my chest
Can barely breathe some nights
But when I make it through the door
You two turn on the lights
I’m always running
Running
Running
But you feel like time made right
[Bridge]
We’re on the kitchen floor
Cold tile
Late night cereal (hey)
She says
“you’re more than tired
You’re my favorite miracle”
Our boy draws three stick hearts
On a crumpled grocery list
Says
“Moms
I’ll share my minutes
You can have some of my ticks”
[Chorus]
I’m always running
Running
Running
Running out of air
But your arms around my shoulders
Make it almost fair
World on my chest
Still heavy most nights
Yet somehow in this little home
The weight feels half as wide
I’m always running
Running
Running
But with you
I’m right on time
Details
GeneratedMar 19, 2026
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dusty alt-pop ballad with intimate female vocals, low-key verses over fingerpicked guitar and soft pads. Chorus lifts with warm bass, roomy drums, and stacked harmonies on the hook. Subtle synth swells in the bridge, energy crests then drops back for a tender, close-mic final chorus., world
Credits
Prompt byLysaBennett
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about a lesbian with burnout. World makes her anxious. Working 24/7 to be stuck in a cycle of poverty. Family is the winner - lesbian fiancé and 9 year old son. Never enough time, always running
