[Verse 1]
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!)

[Pre-Chorus]
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!”

[Chorus]
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!

[Verse 2]
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.

[Verse 3]
“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!”

[Verse 4]
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!

[Bridge]
“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!”

[Outro]
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!

[Outro – Part 2]
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.

[Outro – Part 3]
“One last song?”—hell, why not…
(…Wait, where’s my drummer? Oh, damn.)

Ooooooooo-yeaaaaaaah

Oh-yeaaaaaah!!!!!