Prompt: An melancholic indie songwriter in the style of Feist sings about how Seth pooped in his pants while waiting tables., melodic, sentimental, female vocalist, melancholic,
Lyrics
[Verse] You were waiting tables down the coast. We couldn't have been 20 at the most. You never told me why you left your shift that day. But your eyes gave it all away. [Chorus] Oh Seth, you couldn't hold it any longer. I pray to God some day you'll be stronger. Oh you shit your pants at work and it's okay. Everybody has that kind of day.