

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] We signed the lease in pen and ketchup On a diner napkin 2 a.m You moved in with two chipped mugs I brought boxes Bills And bad friends Couch on the curb for three whole days Rain-soaked Still felt like a throne Pizza boxes as décor Felt rich in a place we didn't own [Chorus] This house was a bad idea Every wall a cracked confession Neighbors heard our late-night fights And our 3 a.m. obsessions Yeah Everything went wrong in here Every plan a small disaster But I'd wreck it all again with you Just to fall apart faster [Verse 2] You painted stars on the kitchen ceiling They peeled and fell into our hair We burned the toast We killed the plants Left our shoes on every stair The shower sang like rusty chains Heat cut out in mid-December We kept warm in that broken bed That's the part I still remember [Chorus] This house was a bad idea Every wall a cracked confession Neighbors heard our late-night fights And our 3 a.m. obsessions Yeah Everything went wrong in here Every plan a small disaster But I'd wreck it all again with you Just to fall apart faster [Bridge] We lost the keys We lost our minds (hey!) We lost deposits Lost some time But not a second that I'd trade For all that chaos we designed I hear the floorboards when I sleep They call your name They call me back To that crooked door That crooked love That beautiful train wreck [Chorus] This house was a bad idea Every wall a cracked confession Neighbors heard our late-night fights And our 3 a.m. obsessions Yeah Everything went wrong in here Every plan a small disaster But I'd wreck it all again with you Just to fall apart faster [Outro] This house was a bad idea (Not really, not really) We were wrong in all the right ways You still feel like home to me
Tags
rock, Crunchy pop-punk guitars, male vocals up-front, driving mid-tempo groove that leans half-time in verses then explodes in choruses. Bright, slightly dirty bass and tight, cracking drums with gang shouts on key lines. Final chorus stacks extra harmonies and a shout-along outro while guitars ring out with a bittersweet, triumphant edge., punk, male vocals, pop
2:39
No
2/6/2026