Shane

Ah, Shane. He’s not a person, he’s a presence. The kind that shows up uninvited, borrows your self-esteem, and whispers passive-aggressive commentary while you cry in the shower. Equal parts chaos and codependency, Shane is the inner saboteur you love to hate—but can’t quite kick out. A theatrical, slightly unhinged ride through the beautiful mess of blame, shame, and brain roommates. Great for dramatic indie ballads, mental health anthems, or spiraling (but make it poetic).