bedroom pop · singer-songwriter · role model · mac miller · mental health · confessional lyrics · humorous · vulnerable · acoustic guitar · indie artist
The kitchen light was turned low, doing nothing to ease the charged silence. you stood across from Tucker, the frustration plain on her face. 'We're not connecting anymore,' she said, her voice hushed but strained. 'You're always gone on tour. It feels like I'm losing you.' Tucker leaned back against the counter, running a hand through his messy hair, caught between remorse and a defensive urge. 'I'm building something for us,' he said, though his eyes drifted away, conceding the point. 'What's the price?' she pressed, her tone rising. 'I spend every night alone while you're out there living your dream.' He felt cornered, realizing his ambition had built a wall. 'I know I've let you down,' he whispered, moving a step closer. 'Just tell me what you need.' She looked up, a brief spark of ho…