3 AM, my brain’s a broken metronome,

Coffee IV drip, composing ”genius” tone-deaf poems.

Strings calloused raw, my love life’s out of tune,

But hey, my Fender’s screaming—”Who needs human contact?” (Spoiler: Me!)

Yeah, I’m a garage-band goddess in fishnet holes,

Chasing gigs like they’re validation—hell no—they’re not!

“Sleep is for the weak!”—then I nap in the van,

Cry into my setlist: “THIS IS NOT THE PLAN!”

I’m power chords plus coffee, a walking noise complaint!

Unstoppable? Try ”Can’t stop, my amp’s on fire—again!”

Shred till my fingers bleed, god damn it—this is art, I swear!

My heart’s a drumbeat, and the crowd’s just air!

Dated a groupie who thought “Drop D” was a diet trend,

My anthem’s half-lit riffs and cries for help I’ll never send.

“Self-care” is spilling beer on my pedalboard,

Smash cymbals, scream “ENCORE!”—then beg for one more chord.

“Rock god?” Nah, just a gremlin with a mic stand sword,

My merch table’s a graveyard of T-shirts no one bought.

“Play Free Bird!” — “How ‘bout I free-bird flip you off?”

My therapist says “slow down”—I said “hold my amp!”

Third wind at 3 AM, my drummer’s on a bender,

My “hit single” sounds like a cat in a blender—art! they’ll render.

Bassist quit to “find himself” (spoiler: he’s brewing tea),

I’m the meme queen of chaos with a broken E-string!

“You’ll burn out!” — Joke’s on you, I’m already ash!

My serotonin’s a spotify ad that you can’t skip fast.

I’ll headline parking lots till my ego’s flatlined,

Living punchline with a tuner—“Check 1, 2… I’m fine!”

Power! Coffee! Shredding my san-i-ty!

Unstoppable? More like ”Can’t stop, won’t adult”—YEAH, YOU GET ME!

(God damn it!)

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Outro – Part 1] (Gang vocals, drums pounding like a heartbeat)

Power! Coffee! Shredding my sanity!

Unstoppable? More like “Can’t stop, won’t adult”—

YEAH, YOU GET ME!

Last call for ambition, last chord of the night,

Left my dreams in a tip jar under neon light.

They said, “You’ll burn out!”—ha! I already did,

Now I glow in the dark like a tragic punk kid.

“One last song?”—hell, why not…

(…Wait, where’s my drummer? Oh, damn.)

Ooooooooo-yeaaaaaaah

Oh-yeaaaaaah!!!!!