Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] I missed my exit Stayed on that highway out of spite Chewed-up coffee And the same four songs from senior night Your name on the dashboard dust I swipe it Then pretend it’s rust [Pre-Chorus] Every mile Adds another quiet bruise Turning up Just to drown the thought of you (yeah) [Chorus] We sing loud and aggressive Like the truth might crack our lungs Every scar is a lesson That we never really learned Punch the air till our hands shake Blame the moon Blame these small-town stakes We sing loud and aggressive Till the hurt runs out of words [Verse 2] You slammed my front door Said “Grow up or stay exactly here” I laughed too hard then Chased it with another bitter beer Your ghost in a thrift-store coat Still riding in my passenger seat [Pre-Chorus] All our plans Scribbled on a grocery list Crumpled up In the pocket that you’d twist (hey) [Chorus] We sing loud and aggressive Like the truth might crack our lungs Every scar is a lesson That we never really learned Punch the air till our hands shake Blame the moon Blame these small-town stakes We sing loud and aggressive Till the hurt runs out of words [Bridge] I said I’m fine You said “You lie in different ways” I killed the lights But every crack still hummed your name If growing up’s just Learning how to stay the same Then I’ll stay loud I’ll stay loud [Chorus] We sing loud and aggressive Till our throats go raw and numb Every scar is a weapon That we aim at where we’re from Kick the curb till our bones ache Blame the sky Blame these choices we made We sing loud and aggressive Till the past just comes undone [Outro] Missed my exit Circle back and hit it twice If it hurts Then That just means it’s still alive (woah) We sing loud and aggressive Let it break Let it break this life
Tags
rock, Crunchy Midwestern indie-emo band feel with male vocals: twinkly but overdriven guitar riff hooks up front, tight punchy drums, gritty bass glued under everything. Verses sit in a palm-muted, half-time sway; pre-chorus adds octave guitar and ride cymbal for tension. Choruses explode with gang shouts and double-tracked lead, snare-forward and urgent. Final chorus modulates up a step, all guitars wide open and feedback-drenched for an epic, shout-along ending that crashes into a ringing cutoff., male vocals, tone, emo, punk, loud, indie rock
Duration
3:29
Instrumental
No
Created
2/26/2026