Fed Up With This Room

[Verse 1]
Same four walls
Same cold coffee on the desk
Scrolling through the mess again
Heart feels heavy in my chest
Every plan
Crumbled in my shaky hands
Talk myself in circles till
I don’t even understand
[Chorus]
I’m so fed up with this room
With my thoughts
With this mood
All this alone-ness in my lungs
Breathing in the same old gloom
I’m so tired of this fight
Of pretending I’m all right
If I scream into the dark
Will it ever hit the light? (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Call my friends
Type a message
Then delete
Don’t wanna be the weight they drag
Through another endless week
Blank TV
Flickers on a silent stand
Wish somebody
Anybody
Would just come and take my hand
[Chorus]
I’m so fed up with this room
With my thoughts
With this mood
All this alone-ness in my lungs
Breathing in the same old gloom
I’m so tired of this fight
Of pretending I’m all right
If I scream into the dark
Will it ever hit the light? (oh, will it?)
[Bridge]
Maybe tomorrow
I open the door
Step out the hallway
Feet on the floor
Tiny rebellion
Just breathing the air
Telling the mirror
“I’m still here
I swear”
[Chorus]
I’m so fed up with this room
With my thoughts
With this mood
All this alone-ness in my lungs
Breathing in the same old gloom
I’m so tired of this fight
But I’m walking toward the light
If I shake the silent walls
Maybe I can feel alive (alive)

pop, Moody midtempo pop over warm synth pads and tight drums; female vocals intimate in verses, breaking into a bigger, shout-along hook. Clean electric guitar pulses on the off-beats, bass stays round and steady. Chorus stacks harmonies and pitched ad-libs; bridge strips to vocal and pads before a final explosive hook.