Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Met you on a Tuesday Lost you by the weekend Still, I kinda kept you Folded in my brain, like [Verse 1] First one, blue hair Laughing in a thrift-store chair Second one, brown coat Met her at a late-night show Third one, soft eyes Crying in the checkout line We talked about nothing Felt like I knew her whole life I never promised a forever Just a moment we could share You put your hand inside my jacket I just said, "I'm really here" [Chorus] A thousand little lifetimes A thousand different hearts in my hands I fall in love, then I let go Like writing our names in the sand Every story, every sunrise Every "hi" that turns into "bye" A thousand soulmates in my timeline I love, I live, then I don't ask why [Verse 2] Number eight, late train Scribbling her poems on the window pane Nine, ten, same bar We were arguing about stolen art Some stayed one night Some stayed long enough to fight Some taught me how to cook Some just vanished in the light I never begged you for an ending Never asked you to be mine You laid your head onto my shoulder I just said, "We have this time" [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Let it start Let it finish Let it burn out Let it glimmer Every hello’s Already goodbye Every goodbye Still feels alive [full voice, [crescendo]] So take my jacket in the rain Take my number, lose my name Take this minute like a flame We don't owe this thing a frame [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Rap-rock / alt-rock hybrid with male vocals. Clean picked guitar and roomy live drums under the verses, bass slightly overdriven and tight. Choruses explode with fuzzed-out power chords, octave lead line, and gang shouts on the hook. Vocals alternate between nimble, percussive rap in the verses and shout-sung melodic choruses; bridge drops to half-time with tom-heavy drums and reverb-washed guitar before a final, anthemic hook., rock, alternative rock
Duration
2:56
Instrumental
No
Created
1/13/2026