Alone With My Thoughts

[Verse 1]
Same old couch
Same same ceiling
Clock on the wall just
Spinning my feelings
Cold takeout
On the coffee table
Bills in a pile
And I don’t feel able
[Chorus]
I’m just sittin’ here alone with my thoughts
Askin’ myself where did I go wrong
Every little choice that I ever got
Plays back in my head like a worn-out song
Yeah I’m sittin’ here alone with my thoughts
Tryna trace the line where I lost my way
If I could turn around, would I still be lost?
Or would I be a better man today (oh-oh)
[Verse 2]
Phone face down
Name I don’t call
Pride built a fence
Heart built a wall
Dad’s old words
Ring in my ears
“Son, stand tall”
But I sank right here
[Chorus]
I’m just sittin’ here alone with my thoughts
Askin’ myself where did I go wrong
Every little choice that I ever got
Plays back in my head like a worn-out song
Yeah I’m sittin’ here alone with my thoughts
Tryna trace the line where I lost my way
If I could turn around, would I still be lost?
Or would I be a better man today (yeah, yeah)
[Bridge]
Maybe tomorrow I’ll open that door
Clean up this mess on the couch and the floor
Call up the people I pushed far away
But tonight I’m stuck in this same old place
[Chorus]
I’m just sittin’ here alone with my thoughts
Askin’ myself where did I go wrong
Every little choice that I ever got
Plays back in my head like a worn-out song
Yeah I’m sittin’ here alone with my thoughts
Tryna find a road out of this ache
If I can face the man that I’m not
Maybe I can learn from my mistakes (oh-oh)
Just sittin’ here alone with my thoughts

country, Slow-burn country-trap crossover, male vocals. Fingerpicked acoustic and dusty slide guitar over a spacious, trunk-rattling low end. Verse intimate and close-mic’d; chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a steady, head-nod groove. Subtle organ pads in the background, snare with a laid-back swing. Vocal ad-libs tuck into the pocket on repeats, building emotion each hook.