Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I left my cup by the bed
It’s gone cold again
My phone face-down on the floor
I don’t want your “hey” right now
Too many feet in my space
Too many hands on my air
I count the cracks in the wall
Like they might take me somewhere
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m already spent
Don’t ask for more
Every voice gets loud
At my bedroom door
I pull the sheet up high
Like armor on my skin
If the world keeps knocking
I’m not letting it in
[Chorus]
I’d rather rot in bed
Rot in bed, rot in bed
I’m too tired for your steps
Too tired for your friends
I’d rather rot in bed
Rot in bed, rot in bed
When the room gets too loud
I just disappear again
(again)
(again)
[Verse 2]
Your words hit sharp, then flat
Like chalk on a tray
Scraping right through my head
Till I look away
I am not being rude
I’m just all used up
Every “just come out” feels
Like a cup too full to touch
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m already spent
Don’t ask for more
Every voice gets loud
At my bedroom door
I pull the sheet up high
Like armor on my skin
If the world keeps knocking
I’m not letting it in
[Chorus]
I’d rather rot in bed
Rot in bed, rot in bed
I’m too tired for your steps
Too tired for your friends
I’d rather rot in bed
Rot in bed, rot in bed
When the room gets too loud
I just disappear again
(again)
(again)
[Bridge]
Let me be a ghost today
Let me keep my shape
I can’t hold a smile for you
I can’t fake okay
If I’m curled up in the dark
That’s where I can breathe
Don’t call it giving up
If it’s what I need
[Final Chorus]
I’d rather rot in bed
Rot in bed, rot in bed
I’m too tired for your steps
Too tired for your friends
I’d rather rot in bed
Rot in bed, rot in bed
When the room gets too loud
I just disappear again
(again)
(again)
Style
emo pop with midtempo four-on-the-floor pulsemuted electric guitars and soft synth pads; verse stays close-mic and stripped with finger tapspre-chorus opens into stacked harmonies and a rising drum buildchorus hits with punchy kick-snarewide guitarsand a chantable hook. breathy female leaddoubled chorus vocalsdelayed ad-libs on key wordstape-stop flicks and reversed swells into each drop; brightglossy mix with a bruised edge.popemoworld
Prompt
Female, emo, pop
I’d rather bed rot than face this rotten world. I’m exhausted and sick of people just leaving my room. Their voices like nails of chalkboard. I get overwhelmed and hide away
Credits
Prompt by
Artemis15
Artemis15GeneratedMay 4, 2026
ModelAria v5.5