Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dirty mugs on the counter
TV on for the background noise
Dad laughs at something that’s not funny
Mom’s lost in a scrolling void
We pass plates like strangers
Eyes glued to the same blue glow
I’m screaming in the silence
But I keep my volume low
[Chorus]
I’m second place in my own house
He gets the gold for just breathing out
I’m slowly drowning in the same old couch
They say
“we all got problems”
Like that makes it even out
I’m second place in my own house
[Verse 2]
My brother’s got his small storms
They build him a shelter fast
Warm hugs
Soft words
Blank checks
Like the sky can’t let him crash
I patch my own cracked ceiling
Hold my breath when it all caves in
“If you’re used to it
You’re stronger”
Guess that means I never win
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
We all got our stories
Written in the same last name
Somehow mine’s in tiny letters
Half erased
Half to blame
If breaking down is weakness
Why do they clap when he cries?
If I finally stop treading
Would they even realize?
[Chorus]
Style
moody alt-pop ballad with female vocals; soft electric piano and muted drums in the versessubby bass and wide pads lifting the chorus. intimateclose-mic vocal at firstthen layered harmonies and airy ad-libs on the hook. keep the tempo mid-slowlet silences punch. subtle guitar swells and a late-bridge swell that falls back to a stripped final chorus.
Prompt
My family’s dysfunctional. We all have our issues. We’re all depressed so it’s something I’m used to. My brother has it easy, I’m slowly drowning but they don’t notice when it comes to him, female
Credits
Prompt by
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alys_musicr00mGeneratedDec 26, 2025
ModelAria v5
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