Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] I pawned my faith for a tank of gas Sold my luck for a place to crash Burned through every favor Every crooked deal Now my pockets hang like empty prayer wheels [Chorus] So come on death Take your shot You can have this busted body that I’ve already fought You can carve your name across my heel But you can’t take a damn thing There’s nothing left to steal Nothing left to steal [Verse 2] They took my job Then they took my sleep Took my teeth Left the rot down deep Took my name Turned it into a file But they never could touch how I curse and smile [Chorus] So come on death Take your turn You can douse these dirty ashes that already burned You can drag me under Turn the bright to teal But you can’t take a damn thing There’s nothing left to steal Nothing left to steal [Bridge] I kissed goodbye to the fear of going When the house went dark and the wind kept blowing If the reaper comes with a slow hand Fine There’s a bed of busted promises He can find me in the pines (yeah) [Chorus] So come on death Sit right down Pour yourself a drink in this two–ghost town You can close these eyes You can cut the reel But you can’t take a damn thing There’s nothing left to steal Nothing left Nothing left There’s nothing left to steal [Outro] [melodic guitar riff crying against soft fiddle Fading into reverb-drenched single-note line]
Tags
folk, Warm indie-folk with a dusty bluegrass edge; male vocals over fingerpicked acoustic and weeping slide guitar. Intimate verses stay close-mic’d with gentle harmonies; chorus blooms with steady stomp, brushed snare, and a fiddle shadowing the vocal melody. Guitar riffs answer each line like a voice breaking, then open into a bittersweet, melodic outro., indie folk, bluegrass
Duration
3:59
Instrumental
No
Created
1/17/2026