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[Intro]
[White noise static fading into a slow, melancholic Rhodes piano]
Same time. Same place.
I already know how this ends.
(Press play...)
[Verse 1]
Wake up to the ceiling, staring up at the fan
Pour the same poison in the same glass again
Memorized the monologue, I know all the lines
Tracing out the trauma through the same old designs
The sun comes up just to mock how I’m stuck
Rolling loaded dice but I’m bankrupt on luck
Every conversation is a script I rehearsed
Living in a loop, but the ending is cursed.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Deep, muffled bass kicks in, tempo drags slightly]
There’s no plot twist waiting in the wings for me
Just the same tragic scenes in my history
I can tell you what tomorrow’s gonna bring to the screen
'Cause I’m living in a syndication, caught in between.
[Chorus]
[Heavy, dragging 808s drop with a wave of dark reverb]
My life’s a rerun, playing on a broken TV
The same damn episode of my own misery
You can flip the channel, but the broadcast is set
A never-ending cycle of the things I regret
(Over and over)
I know the dialogue, I know the mistakes
I know exactly how my own heart breaks
Tomorrow’s just an echo of the tears that I spun
Yeah, welcome to the show, baby... it’s a rerun.
[Verse 2]
I tried to kill the power, tried to sever the cord
But the broadcast is beaming, and I'm practically bored
Of the pain, of the panic, of the late-night texts
I don't gotta wonder what the hell happens next
She leaves at midnight, the door's gonna slam
I pour a little liquor just to know who I am
It’s déjà vu drowning in a pool of Patrón
A million viewers watching, but I’m dying alone.
[Bridge]
[Beat strips back to a lone, haunting vocal hum and slow finger snaps]
Somebody write me a brand new season.
Give me a purpose, just give me a reason.
Cancel the show, let it cut to the black.
I'm so sick of watching my own past playback.
(Somebody change the channel...)
[Final Chorus]
[All instruments crash back in, dark synths wailing, maximum intensity]
'Cause my life’s a rerun, playing on a broken TV
The same damn episode of my own misery
You can flip the channel, but the broadcast is set
A never-ending cycle of the things I regret
(Over and over)
I know the dialogue, I know the mistakes
I know exactly how my own heart breaks
Tomorrow’s just an echo of the tears that I spun
Yeah, welcome to the show, baby... it’s a rerun.
[Outro]
[Heavy breathing, the sound of a TV channel clicking rapidly, then static]
Same time tomorrow.
(Don't touch the dial.)
[A sharp electrical click as the TV turns off]
Details
GeneratedSep 15, 2026
Duration3:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark R&B: Smooth male vocals over melancholic Rhodes piano, dragging 808s, heavy reverb, and atmospheric TV static.
Credits
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X3L
X3LModelAria v6
