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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Born on a Tuesday
In a town that felt sideways
Grandma read my birth chart
Said
"Kid
You’re a plot twist"
Hand-me-down sneakers
Mismatched lace
Same bad grip
Talking to the ceiling fan
Like it was my therapist
[Chorus]
My life’s so strange on purpose
Crooked frame on a tilted surface
Spilling coffee on a brand-new shirt
Still walking like it don’t hurt
Yeah
I break
Then laugh
Then curse it
High-wire heart with a cheap-ass circus
If it’s weird
It’s probably mine
Strange on purpose
And I’m fine
[Verse 2]
Failed every small plan
Passed every big mess
Friends say I vanish
Then I answer their group text
Had a ring
Lost the ring
Kept the lesson
Kept the sting
Every wrong turn
Wrong door
Still led me back to something
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
All the left turns
All the late nights
All the wrong line at the right time
If there’s a map
I burned it
If there’s a box
I turned it
Into something that don’t quite fit
But it fits me [crescendo]
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 31, 2025
Duration3:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Indie alt-pop with a crooked grin. Clean electric guitars with a springy tremolo, tight bass and dry drums. Verses stay half-spoken, close-mic’d; choruses jump into melodic, anthemic male vocals with stacked harmonies and shout-along ad‑libs. Brief bridge strips to vocal and bass before a final, rowdy hook.
Credits
Prompt by
ArlynerSyn01
ArlynerSyn01ModelAria v5
Prompt
story about my strange life, male
