Lazy Sunday, Loud Heart

[Verse 1]
Sun through the curtains
Floor’s a mess, I’m fine with that
Half-charged phone on airplane mode
Old band tee, same faded hat
Coffee breath, chipped black mug
Legs up on this busted chair
Scrolling past the parties
I don’t wish that I was there
[Chorus]
Lazy Sunday, loud heart
Doing nothing, falling apart
And I kinda like it
kinda like it
Got no plans, just this room
Let the quiet make some room
For the riot in my chest
yeah, I like it
(I like it)
[Verse 2]
Mailbox full of “should’ve dones”
I let every letter pile
Sink’s a shrine to yesterday
I just stare and sip a while
Mom keeps calling, let it ring
Love you, but I need this too
Just me and my anxious thoughts
Playing poker in my shoes
[Chorus]
Lazy Sunday, loud heart
Doing nothing, falling apart
And I kinda like it
kinda like it
Got no plans, just this room
Let the quiet make some room
For the riot in my chest
yeah, I like it
(I like it)
[Bridge]
Yeah, I’m still broken, still okay
In this hallway of a day
All my demons half-asleep
On the couch here next to me
Let the world keep spinning fast
I’m not chasing, I’ll come last
If today’s my little break
Let it ache, let it ache
[Chorus]
Lazy Sunday, loud heart
Doing nothing, falling apart
And I kinda like it
kinda like it
Coffee cooling in my hand
I’m a one-kid, basement band
Playing quiet, feeling wrecked
and I like it
(yeah, I like it)

rap, Emo-rap / pop-punk hybrid: clean guitar arpeggios under a slow trap groove, male vocals flipping between sleepy melodic hooks and half-yelled verses. Warm bass and soft pads in the verses; choruses explode with crunchy power chords, gang shouts, and raspy top-line. Final hook adds stacked harmonies and a loose, shouting outro for cathartic energy., mellow, punk, rock, hardcore, pop punk, emo