

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Haven’t called my mother in a year Keep rehearsing Every word she’d say Sink into the mattress Disappear Peeling at the same old Flaking paint [Chorus] I’m halfway to the breakdown White-knuckle on this rail I swear I’m trying to climb out But these hands Keep slipping on the same old nails Same old nails [Verse 2] Friends all talk like they’re okay Swap small victories Over cheap black coffee I laugh along Then fade away Staring at the window Cause it looks like an exit to me [Chorus] I’m halfway to the breakdown White-knuckle on this rail I swear I’m trying to climb out But these hands Keep slipping on the same old nails Same old nails [Bridge] Tell me this is growing Tell me it’s a phase I keep burning every lifeline Just to feel the flame (yeah) If I tear this whole house down Would anything change? [Chorus] I’m halfway to the breakdown Halfway and I can’t bail I swear I’m trying to climb out But these hands Keep bleeding on the same old nails Same old Same old nails
Tags
rock, Raw 90s Seattle underground vibe; overdriven guitars panned wide, bass snarling in the middle, dry heavy drums. Verses stay almost whispered with lightly picked chords and amp hiss; chorus explodes into full-stack distortion, shouted male vocals, and open crash cymbals. Brief feedback swell into a bridge that drops to near silence then slams back into the final hook. Gritty male vocals, minimal effects, live-room feel., emotional, simple, grunge, loud, dynamic, raw
4:04
No
2/20/2026