

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Kitchen clock stuck at midnight Mom’s voice sharp like broken glass Every little thing’s a landmine He learns to tiptoe Learns to pass Backpack packed by the front door Shoes already laced to run Counting days on the wallboard Till that rusted pickup comes (yeah) [Chorus] With his dad he is free Windows down Yelling over the trees Singing wrong words to old CDs He forgets who he’s supposed to be With his dad he is free Seatbelt drum and a sideways grin No one there to cage him in Half a week Half a home But with his dad he is free [Verse 2] Mom says “You’re just like him” Like it’s some kind of loaded curse He hides drawings in the trash bin Dreams he’s riding in the front Not hurt Dad pulls up Horn three times He’s on the porch before it fades Mom’s still talking through the blinds He’s already miles away [Chorus] With his dad he is free Windows down Yelling over the trees Singing wrong words to old CDs He forgets who he’s supposed to be With his dad he is free Seatbelt drum and a sideways grin No one there to cage him in Half a week Half a home But with his dad he is free [Bridge] Two worlds One small suitcase Same face in a different frame At her house he learns the rules At his house he learns his name (oh) Maybe someday they’ll see him Not a fight they never won Till then he’ll chase that weekend sun [Chorus] With his dad he is free Windows down Yelling over the trees Singing wrong words to old CDs He forgets who he’s supposed to be With his dad he is free Seatbelt drum and a sideways grin No one there to cage him in Half a week Half a home But with his dad he is free (With his dad he is free)
Tags
rock, Crunchy alt-rock band, mid-tempo groove, male vocals. Tight, palm-muted guitars in the verses, then wide-open power chords and stacked gang vocals in the chorus. Bass locks with a punchy, driving kick; overheads lift in the hook. Brief guitar lead weaving around the vocal in the bridge, then a final anthemic chorus with shouts and ad-libs.
3:18
No
4/3/2026