Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I used to run before dawn
Thirteen miles and gone
Bib on my chest, sweat in my eyes
Now my knees send bills in the mail
I used to surf till the dark
Salt in my hair, board in the car
Now I climb the stairs like a dare
And my back pops twice on the way
[Pre-Chorus]
I clock in, clock out
Then I stare at the screen
Thumbs on fire
Brain on repeat
[Chorus]
I’m forty and I hurt
I’m forty and I hurt
I keep on moving
But my body says, “first”
I’m forty and I hurt
I’m forty and I hurt
Too many hours
Too much phone, too much work
[Verse 2]
I drink like I’m twenty-two
Then I wake up wrecked and blue
Kale on Monday, pizza by noon
It all falls apart by Tuesday
The inbox keeps chewing my name
The little red dots start the game
I check one more, then another
And my pulse goes up for no reason
[Pre-Chorus]
I know that look
In the bathroom glass
Jaw locked tight
Hands on blast
[Chorus]
I’m forty and I hurt
I’m forty and I hurt
I keep on moving
But my body says, “first”
I’m forty and I hurt
I’m forty and I hurt
Too many hours
Too much phone, too much work
[Bridge]
I miss the guy in the race shirt
The one who thought he’d never burn
Now I sit with a loaded brain
And a heart that won’t slow down
Maybe I’m not done
Maybe I’m just bent
Maybe I need sleep
Maybe I need less
[Final Chorus]
I’m forty and I hurt
I’m forty and I hurt
I keep on moving
But my body says, “first”
I’m forty and I hurt
I’m forty and I hurt
Too many hours
Too much phone, too much work
I’m forty and I hurt
(yeah, I hurt)
I’m forty and I hurt
(oh, I hurt)
I’ll keep on moving
Till I learn how to rest
Details
GeneratedJun 28, 2026
Duration3:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
Pop-punk with fast palm-muted guitars, driving quarter-note bass, and punchy live drums; verse rides tight and restless, pre-chorus opens into stacked gang vocals, chorus hits huge with shouted doubles and a singback anchor. Bridge drops to half-time and half-sung confession before the final chorus comes back louder. Add slider fills, snare pushes, and a tape-stop into the last hook. Bright, loud, and slightly ragged mix with male vocals and gritty edge., pop, punk
Credits
Prompt byGroovyWolf743
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A pop-punk about a guy who used to run marathons and surf and drink, but now is 40 and his body is hurting, he works too many hours and spends too much time with his phone and has anxiety
