Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Found a fork from last September Ticket stubs and broken change Crumbs like tiny fallen kingdoms All the junk I never claimed Pulled a key to some old bedroom That I swore I’d locked away Dust bunnies doing slow dances Round the ruins of my days [Chorus] Couch graveyard Swallowed up my little life (yeah) Couch graveyard All the proof I’m still not right Every broken Busted part Down in the dark Down in the dark Of the couch graveyard [Verse 2] Half a joint and five dead lighters Phone numbers with smudged-out names Plastic army Missing helmets Heroes lost beneath the frame Hair ties Bottle caps Receipts Every mess I never faced All the lies I told my mother Still alive in all this waste [Chorus] [Bridge] Digging with my fingers Like I’m looking for a pulse What if something holy Got buried in this junk? If I climbed inside it Would it finally let me rest? Or just chew me into silence With the rest With the rest [Chorus]
Tags
rock, Thick, fuzzy ’90s-style grunge guitars with a dirty, overdriven bass locking a mid-tempo stomp. Verses are dry and close, almost muttered; choruses explode with double-tracked male vocals and wide, crunchy power chords. Drums hit loose and roomy with big, trashy cymbals. Bridge drops to bass-and-vocal tension before a final full-band blowout., grunge
Duration
3:58
Instrumental
No
Created
12/27/2025