

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You got a spreadsheet I got a hangover You talk promotions I talk last October When we crashed that wedding Stole that silver tray You say you’re “booked till August” I say you used to stay out late [Pre-Chorus] You’re posting rings and renovations I’m posting memes at 3 a.m You say you’re “in a different season” Cool story Guess I lost a friend (again) [Chorus] All my friends got boring Started sleeping before midnight Trading chaos for a condo Swapped the couch for candlelight I’m still loud Still out here Still screaming like I’m seventeen All my friends got boring Guess I’ll be the last drama king (woah-oh) [Verse 2] You bring your baby I bring my baggage You sip on mocktails I double down on bad habits You talk of interest rates I’m interested in shots You’re saving for a summer home I’m saving voice notes I forgot [Pre-Chorus] You say you “can’t The dog is crated” I say I can’t I’m broke again We used to jump the fence together Now you’re fencing off the weekends [Chorus] All my friends got boring Started sleeping before midnight Trading chaos for a condo Swapped the couch for candlelight I’m still loud Still out here Still screaming like I’m seventeen All my friends got boring Guess I’ll be the last drama king (woah-oh, woah-oh) [Bridge] Maybe I’m scared of the quiet Maybe I’m stuck on the past Maybe I’ll crash your next dinner Just to prove we still can laugh I’ll raise a glass in your kitchen To every dumb thing that we did You’ll roll your eyes then start grinning For a second you’re that reckless kid [Chorus] All my friends got boring Started sleeping before midnight Trading chaos for a condo Swapped the couch for candlelight I’m still loud Still out here Still screaming like I’m seventeen All my friends got boring But a piece of them still lives in me (woah-oh)
Tags
rock, High-energy pop-punk with male vocals; fast palm-muted power chords and bright, overdriven guitars, punchy live drums with big snare, hyperactive bass locking into the kick. Verses tight and snarky, pre-chorus lifts with open chords and gang shouts, chorus explodes into an anthemic singalong hook with layered “whoa-oh” backing vocals. Short breakdown on the bridge then slam back into a double-chorus outro., pop punk
3:04
No
2/15/2026