Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She said
“baby
The world is wide”
Crayon map on the fridge
Crooked tide
Gold star chart
All my grades in a row
But I liked the fire more than the glow
Teacher wrote
“he just can’t sit still”
I turned every rule into a hill
Skinned my knees just to see if I’d bleed
Guess I always liked the fall more than the feed
[Chorus]
My mother told me I could be anything
Hero
Doctor
Some kind of saint or king
I could’ve built a heaven out of all that hope
But I chose to be trouble
Chose to be smoke
Yeah
My mother told me I could be anything
But I chose to be trouble
I chose the sting
[Verse 2]
Hand-me-down faith in a secondhand book
Folded pages where she said I should look
But the questions burned holes in every line
And I drank the doubt like cheap red wine
Came home late with my eyes all glazed
Slammed door
Said “I’m fine
” half-dazed
She just sighed
Brushed hair from my face
Said
“you’ll break your heart
Trying to win this race”
[Chorus]
My mother told me I could be anything
Hero
Doctor
Some kind of saint or king
I could’ve built a heaven out of all that hope
But I chose to be trouble
Chose to be smoke
Yeah
My mother told me I could be anything
But I chose to be trouble
I chose the sting
[Bridge]
Do you still pray for the boy in the photographs? (hey!)
Smudged-up halo and grass-stained jeans
I keep tripping on the lines that you drew for me
But I still hear you in my darkest dreams
[Chorus]
My mother told me I could be anything
Hero
Doctor
Some kind of saint or king
I could’ve built a heaven out of all that hope
But I chose to be trouble
Chose to be smoke
Yeah
My mother told me I could be anything
So I’ll carry this trouble like a borrowed ring
My mother told me I could be anything
And I chose to be trouble
I chose to be me
Style
rockgritty alternative rock with male vocals; crunchy twin guitars over tight live drumsbass driving eighth notes. verse sits in a tensehalf-muted groovevocal close and conversational. chorus slams open with wide power chordsdoubled vocalsand a shout-along hook. brief bridge strips to bass and drums then crashes back for a final chorus with gang vocals and extra guitar bends.alternative rock
Prompt
Alternative rock, My mother told me I could be anything when I grow up and I chose to be trouble.
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LunarOutput334GeneratedJan 29, 2026
ModelAria v5
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