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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up tired
From dreaming I was tired
Coffee tastes like therapy
That charges by the sip
I scroll disasters
Like it’s morning scripture
Compare my mess to filters
On a cracked-up little screen
[Chorus]
We’re laughing at the funeral
Of all our teenage dreams
Dressed in thrift store armor
Pinned together at the seams
Life’s a tragic sitcom
That never got picked up
So raise your empty glasses
(yeah)
We’ll fake another toast to us
[Verse 2]
Car payment late
My landlord’s learning patience
My mom says, “try meditation”
I tried, I fell asleep
My friend’s engaged
I’m engaged to my anxiety
We’re arguing in therapy
About who gets custody of me
[Chorus]
We’re laughing at the funeral
Of all our teenage dreams
Dressed in thrift store armor
Pinned together at the seams
Life’s a tragic sitcom
That never got picked up
So raise your empty glasses
(hey)
We’ll fake another toast to us
[Rap]
Yeah
Bills on the table like trading cards
Heart got repo’d in a parking lot
Every red flag looks kinda cute
‘Til it’s waving from a judge in a paper spot
My car makes sounds like it wants to die
Same, buddy, same, let’s harmonize
Therapist says “breathe,” I forgot how
Asked for coping skills, got “log off now”
Got a group chat full of “you ok?”
All of us typing “lol I’m great”
Crying in the freezer aisle
Choosing cheap food, calling that fate
Existential dread in a three-day hoodie
Praying that my crush likes damaged goods
If life’s a movie, bad reviews
But I guess we stuck, so pass that mood
[Breakdown]
(woah)
I’m still here
That’s the punchline
I’m still scared
But I don’t hide
If this is it
Then this is it
I’ll scream my name
Into the pit
[Chorus]
We’re laughing at the funeral
Of all our teenage dreams
Dressed in thrift store armor
Pinned together at the seams
Life’s a tragic sitcom
That never got picked up
So raise your empty glasses
We’re broke, alone, and dangerous
Still faking every toast to us
[Verse 1]
I think the universe
Forgot to press “save”
I’m the beta test
That somehow got made
Therapist asks
“How do you feel?”
Like a coupon code
That was never real
My plans keep crashing
Like my old laptop
Every time I try to grow
I get a pop-up: “stop”
Heaven’s tech support
Put me on hold
Listening to elevator songs
Till I get old
[Chorus]
I’m just God’s little bug report
Filed at 3 a.m. in short
“Subject: life keeps being weird”
Attach my tears, then disappear
If this is how the story ends
Guess we’re doomed to laugh again
Tragedy with awkward jokes
Choking on the halo smoke
[Verse 2]
My guardian angel
Called in sick
Left me unsupervised
In this plot twist
I text my crush
They “haha” react
I re-read that
Like a sacred text
Existential dread
In a thrifted coat
Trying to look deep
On a sinking boat
Friends say “touch grass”
I try my best
Allergic reaction
Right on cue, I guess
[Rap]
Uh
Life hit me like a random ad
“Try being born!” with a skip that lags
Stuck on earth on a free trial version
Terms and conditions: constant hurting
Tried self-care, yeah I bought that soap
Didn’t fix my debt or my lack of hope
Put crystals out in the midnight rain
Now they just vibe with my unpaid pain
Every heartbeat feels like
Details
GeneratedApr 19, 2026
Duration4:01
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Pop-emo crossover with male vocals, clean guitars over trap-leaning drums. Verses stay intimate and dry, then choruses explode with distorted power chords and stacked gang vocals. Mid-song emo-rap rage section with filtered vocal and 808-style low end, then huge metalcore-style half-time outro with screamed backing harmonies., emo, hardcore, pop, metalcore
Credits
Prompt byUrbanBandit868
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Write two different songs about the tragedy of how this life is. Make it a little funny. And add a rap section to it., pop, emo, emo rap, rage rap, hardcore, metalcore, male
