SadBloom

SadBloom with a haunting blend of emo and indie electronic. 
"mermaids don’t pay rent" drifts between melancholy and surreal poetry, 
a dreamlike anthem about escape and belonging. 
For fans of emotional soundscapes, raw lyrics, and late-night reflections.

Lyircs:

i live in a world that doesn’t exist 
but it’s softer than this

i stay too long in the bathtub 
pretend it’s the sea 
i close my eyes when it’s monday 
and hope they forget me 
i don’t return the letters 
i don’t check the time 
i decorate my problems 
and tell myself they shine

mermaids don’t pay rent 
we drift, we don’t belong 
we don’t set alarms 
we just sing our song 
mermaids don’t pay rent 
we drift, we don’t belong 
we don’t set alarms 
we just sing our song 
and maybe that’s not wise 
but i’d rather dream 
than live in someone else's life

i shop for things i don’t need 
and leave them in the bag 
i water plants on friday 
then sleep through every flag 
i don’t look at the balance 
don’t open the door 
i move like it’s the ocean 
not a hallway floor

mermaids don’t pay rent 
we drift, we don’t belong 
we don’t plan our days 
we just float along 
mermaids don’t pay rent 
we don’t sign our name 
but we leave behind 
a feeling you can’t explain

i’m not lazy 
just tired of pretending 
this life was built 
for people like me

mermaids don’t pay rent 
we drift, we don’t belong 
we don’t chase the clock 
we just hum our song 
mermaids don’t pay rent 
and maybe that’s a mess 
but even in chaos 
we still look effortless

mermaids don't pay rent

SadBloom blends emo nostalgia with modern pop energy.
“half-life” is a melancholic yet catchy anthem about fading in fragments,
delicate vocals carried by warm synth pads and clean guitars.
For fans of bittersweet hooks, dreamy soundscapes, and late-night reflections.

Lyrics: 

I measure time in coffee cups  
they empty faster every day  
i keep old notes inside my drawer  
the ink just slowly fades away  
i’m shrinking down in quiet rooms  
like songs that never play  
half a person, half a plan  
decaying in delay  

half-life, i live in halves  
never whole, just broken graphs  
half-life, i fade in parts  
but the fragments still glow in the dark  

i decorate my cluttered thoughts  
pretend they’re constellations  
but stars collapse, and so do i  
in smaller radiations  
i skip the news, i skip the calls  
pretend i’m not around  
my energy just cuts in two  
each time they pull me down  

half-life, i live in halves  
never whole, just broken graphs  
half-life, i fade in parts  
but the fragments still glow in the dark  

maybe i’m not meant to last  
maybe i’m just built to pass  
like quiet sparks that burn then hide  
a little less with every side  

half-life, i live in halves  
never whole, just broken graphs  
half-life, i fade in parts  
but the fragments still glow in the dark

half-life

SadBloom drifts between irony and melancholy in 
“astrology made me do it” — an emo pop anthem with surreal humor, 
catchy choruses, and dreamy synth-driven beats.  
For fans of bittersweet lyrics, cosmic metaphors, and emotional pop hooks.

Lyrics: 

It’s not me, it’s Mercury.
Also, your moon is in my way.

I ghosted you on Tuesday night—  
blame the planets, not my fright.  
Mars was vibing kinda hostile,  
so I vanished for a while.  

I text in cryptic retrograde,  
leave hearts on read, then hit escape.  
My love life's just a zodiac—  
chaotic chart, no looking back.

I didn’t mean to hurt you, babe,  
astrology made me do it.  
I’m just a Pisces in a rage,  
don’t ask me to work through it.  
I felt it in my rising sign—  
that heartbreak would align.  
I swear I never meant to lie,  
astrology made me do it.

"Today you will avoid accountability… beautifully."

You cried, I blamed the lunar phase,  
Venus flipped me for three days.  
I gaslit you with starry flair,  
then blamed it on the solar flare.

I ghosted brunch, ignored your mom,  
then told you Saturn stole my calm.  
I flirted, lied and overshared—  
'cause Neptune had my soul ensnared.

I didn’t mean to hurt you, babe,  
astrology made me do it.  
I’m just a Leo born in pain,  
don’t ask me to undo it.  
My karma’s out of retro sync,  
my feelings? On the brink.  
So if I made you overthink—  
astrology made me do it.

You said, “Just own your mess, for once.”  
I said, “It’s fate. I read the signs.”  
But truth is, I’m just scared of love—  
and horoscopes are better lines.

I didn’t mean to hurt you, babe,  
astrology made me do it.  
I’m just a Cancer dressed in flames,  
too soft to ever prove it.  
I blamed it on the universe  
before I wrote this verse.  
And if this song just makes it worse—  
astrology made me do it.

But… you knew I was a Scorpio.
That’s on you.

astrology made me do it

SadBloom blends emo pop vulnerability with modern electronic textures.  
“offline doesn’t fix it” is a haunting reflection on digital grief —  
catchy yet melancholic, layered with airy vocals, warm synth pads, and pulsing beats.  
For late-night listeners who know that silence doesn’t mean escape.

Lyrics:

airplane mode and curtain drawn  
i disappear, but not for long  
deleted chats, a silent phone  
still hear your voice when i’m alone  

new account, new number too  
but nothing ever blocks out you  
you’re in the spaces in between  
my playlists, passwords, every screen  

i shut it down / i pull away  
but ghosts like you know how to stay  

offline doesn’t fix it  
you’re still in my head  
like phantom code  
i can’t reset  
offline doesn’t fix it  
you haunt in waves  
you’re cached in me  
in quiet ways  
 
i left the group, i closed the thread  
but your last text lives in my chest  
no blue ticks now, no bubble trace  
just that dull ache i can’t erase  

i tried to run / from digital  
but grief has good reception still  
your name lights up in phantom tone  
you’re nowhere — but i’m not alone  

offline doesn’t fix it  
you’re wired in  
beneath the quiet  
beneath my skin  
offline doesn’t fix it  
no screen, no light  
but i still feel  
your silent bite  

offline doesn’t fix it

"no vacancy" is an urban hymn of overcrowding and isolation — a city that never sleeps, yet leaves no space to breathe. Between flickering neon, endless corridors, and faceless crowds, Sadbloom searches for a place of her own. A track painted in poetic imagery, melancholic intensity, and a voice cutting through the suffocating silence.

Lyrics:

flickering neon over concrete beds  
the city hums its lullabies in red  

every window glows but never opens  
every hallway hums with borrowed names  
i knocked on doors of rented futures  
all the answers sound the same  
keys that fit but turn to rust  
promises that turn to dust  
billboards whisper: “stay in line”  
no vacancy for a mind like mine  

no vacancy, no space to breathe  
crowded streets where i can’t leave  
no vacancy, no room to be  
this city has no place for me  

subway tunnels sing in empty choirs  
fluorescent saints with plastic crowns  
every prayer is sold on monthly trial  
every silence priced in pounds  
beds of stone, they call it home  
numbers carved into the bone  
when the system shuts the lights  
i dream in alleys dressed in night  

no vacancy, no space to breathe  
crowded streets where i can’t leave  
no vacancy, no room to be  
this city has no place for me  

move along—  
the signs keep glowing, you don’t belong  

no vacancy, no space to breathe  
crowded streets where i can’t leave  
no vacancy, no room to be  
this city has no place for me  

no vacancy

sadbloom writes songs for people who smile during breakdowns.  
emo pop with too much honesty and not enough sleep.  
if you came here to sell me “promotion,” don’t — I already have chaos doing that for free.