[Verse 1 – Lo-fi beat, TV static underlayer]
Buzzcut halo, rust round the sink
Kettle screams louder than I can think
Mates all ghosts in a group chat tomb
Flat smells like chips and existential gloom

Glory days in a corner shop aisle
Tinfoil crown, fake royal smile
Pressed my ear to a dial tone hymn—
Prayed to noise just to drown what’s in

[Hook – Grotty, melodic shout, backing vocal chant “Oi!”]
🎵 I’m not alright, I’m just awake
In a dream where the pavement aches
Breathe in fumes, exhale fate
Dancing with bins in a council estate 🎵
🎵 I’m not alright, I’m just aware
Of the cracks in the cold night air
So I walk with a limp and a prayer
And I laugh like I’ve never been there 🎵

[Verse 2 – Tight flow, frantic pace]
Seen God once—he worked at Greggs
Offered me grace in a steak bake egg
Told me “kid, you’re the glitch in the grid”
Then vanished when the ovens hissed

Saw love in a three-day bender
Flat-packed heart with no return sender
Kissed the void in a pub carpark
Left a voicemail on a shutdown spark

[Breakdown – Spoken, low mic tone over breakbeat]
Mum said I had stars in me—
Think they fell through the leaks in the ceiling
Now I’m just here
Shouting at pigeons like they owe me healing

[Hook – Repeat, more raw, group vocals behind]
🎵 I’m not alright, I’m just awake
In a dream where the pavement aches
Breathe in fumes, exhale fate
Dancing with bins in a council estate 🎵
🎵 I’m not alright, I’m just aware
Of the cracks in the cold night air
So I walk with a limp and a prayer
And I laugh like I’ve never been there 🎵

[Bridge – Melodic/snarled hybrid, like a half-sung voicemail]
Ain’t no anthem in the drone of days
Just me, my coat, and a hundred greys
If hope’s a myth, let it wear my shoes
We’ll both walk lost and call it news

[Outro – Whispered, clock ticking sample fades out]
One tin left.
One sock dry.
Buzzcut halo under sodium sky.
Still not alright.
Still… try.