Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] We joke around the wreckage Dark humor in the waiting room Emotional trauma on the clipboard They call this progress I call it doom Therapy at 3 in the morning Talking circles Chasing scars You touch my hand like it’s a siren I swear I hear the crash of cars [Chorus] You’re my blue eyed CPR Breathing for my broken heart Medicated empathy Holding all the hurt in me Turn my panic into art In this red alert emergency Sky high Falling hard You’re my blue eyed CPR [Verse 2] Anxiety in double doses Bottle labels Crooked bed Medicated passion pulsing But I still feel so underfed We trade our fears for laughter Like candy at a traffic light You kiss my cheek and say “we're fine” While every shadow wants to fight [Chorus] You’re my blue eyed CPR Breathing for my broken heart Medicated empathy Holding all the hurt in me Turn my panic into art In this red alert emergency Sky high Falling hard You’re my blue eyed CPR [Bridge] Love in the wreck In the ruins Laughter like smoke in my lungs (hey!) If this is how we keep moving Then let the sirens be our song [Chorus] You’re my blue eyed CPR Breathing for my broken heart Medicated empathy Catching every fall in me Turn my panic into art In this red alert emergency Sky high Laughing in the dark You’re my blue eyed CPR (oh yeah)
Tags
rock, Crunchy alt-rock band feel, male vocals. Overdriven guitars in a mid-tempo stomp, tight bass and punchy drums. Verses stay tense and clipped with palm-muted riffs; chorus explodes skyward with open chords, gang vocals, and soaring lead line. Brief halftime bridge with reverb-soaked lead guitar, then a final, louder chorus with extra harmonies and ad-libbed tail., emotional
Duration
2:42
Instrumental
No
Created
2/21/2026