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2:47
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Pop
2:47 was released on April 19, 2026 by Skemm as a part of the album 2:47 - Single
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Release DateApril 19, 2026
LabelSkemm
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skemm
Skemm
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martim Pereira
Martim Pereira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skemm
Skemm
Producer

Lyrics

It's 2:47, blue light on my face
Ceiling knows my secrets, I don't sleep anyway
Alarm clock screaming like it hates my guts
I hit snooze, hit repeat, yeah I'm stuck in a rut
I got opportunities knocking at my door
But I trip over myself every time I get close
Everybody says I'm doing "just fine"
If they only knew how I waste all my time
I make promises I don't keep
Tell myself lies so I can sleep
If I'm honest, I'm scared of change
And more scared that I'll stay the same
I'm fucked up, I won't deny it
Running out of time and I'm well aware of it
I got love, I got friends, still I feel alone
Surrounded by voices but I'm on my own
Life's moving fast, I'm falling behind
Every year feels shorter, yeah I feel the decline
I swear I'm trying, but I don't know how
Feels like I blink and it's too late now
I don't take care of myself, I know it's dumb
Eat like shit, sleep late, say "tomorrow I'll run"
I treat my body like a rented car
Redlining habits just to see how far
She holds my hand like I'm not broken
I smile back like nothing's wrong
But there's a war I don't talk about
And silence is the loudest sound
I keep waiting for a moment that clicks
Like one deep breath that finally sticks
But motivation comes, then goes
Like everyone else, it never stays close
I'm fucked up, yeah, I admit it
I see the cliff but I still inch towards it
I got love, I got friends, still I feel alone
Heart full of people, mind made of stone
Life's moving fast, I'm losing grip
Trying to steer while the seconds slip
I swear I care, I swear I try
But fear's got a tighter grip than time
Maybe I'm scared I'll become nothing
Or worse, someone I don't respect
I keep saying "soon", I keep saying "next year"
But next year's been here for a while now
I don't need saving, I don't need praise
I just want a reason not to waste my days
If this is the start, I hope it hurts
Means I'm still alive, means it still works
Yeah I'm fucked up, but I'm still here
Still breathing through the doubt and fear
I got love, I got friends, I still feel alone
But I'm learning how to sit with it, not run home
Time's running out, I hear it loud
But I'm not done, not backing down
If I'm lost, then I'll find my way
Even if it takes me breaking first to change
2:47, same old room
But tonight feels different, maybe I do too
Written by: Martim Pereira
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