

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Black boots Bathroom stall Lipstick heart on the cracked white wall I write my name Then cross it out Practice faces in the mirror Deadpan pout [Chorus] I wanna be your petty little tragedy Pinned like a flyer on your dirty ceiling Laugh when I choke on my apology I just wanna fit your kind of feeling Make me your favorite catastrophe At least you'd finally see me [Verse 2] Chain smoke secrets in your backseat haze You talk big dreams I fake craze Nails in my palms I just nod along You like your girls quiet But your records loud and wrong [Chorus] I wanna be your petty little tragedy Pinned like a flyer on your dirty ceiling Laugh when I choke on my apology I just wanna fit your kind of feeling Make me your favorite catastrophe At least you'd finally see me [Bridge] Tell me what to wear I’ll wear it (yeah) Tell me what to break I’ll tear it If I burn myself to match your scene Will you love me then Or just love the scream? [Chorus] I wanna be your petty little tragedy Pinned like a flyer on your dirty ceiling Laugh when I choke on my apology I just wanna fit your kind of feeling Make me your favorite catastrophe If I can’t belong At least you’ll see me (see me) (at least you’ll see me)
Tags
rock, Gritty indie-punk energy, female vocals. Crunchy rhythm guitars locked to a driving mid-tempo groove, bass snarling just behind the beat. Verses stay tight and tense with clipped drums and single-note guitar picks; choruses explode with wide power chords, gang shouts, and a slightly overdriven lead vocal. Brief feedback swell into a stripped bridge, then a final unison hit and raw vocal ad-lib., punk, indie rock
2:11
No
3/2/2026