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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]
Details
GeneratedDec 27, 2025
Duration3:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
LunarOutput334
LunarOutput334ModelAria v5
Prompt
Grunge-rock about the stuff that falls inside the couch cushions.
