Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You fall asleep with the screen still on Blue light ghosts on your empty face I’m talking to you but you’re already gone Lost somewhere I can’t trace Kids’ shoes by the back door wait You promised you’d be home by eight I’m setting plates for a shadow seat Chewing on fear like it’s something to eat [Chorus] I want my husband back Not this hollow shell You’re digging your own small piece of hell Let go Let go Before it swallows you Our kids need their dad Not a stranger they once knew Come back clean Come back to me [Verse 2] Our little boy wears your old team hat Keeps asking “Where’s my daddy at?” I tell him you’re fighting some secret war But I’m scared you don’t know what you’re fighting for I found your stash in the bathroom sink Truth in a bottle Truth you drink You say “I’m fine ” but your hands still shake How many lies till something breaks? [Chorus] I want my husband back Not this hollow shell You’re digging your own small piece of hell Let go Let go Before it swallows you Our kids need their dad Not a stranger they once knew Come back clean Come back to me [Bridge] I’ve seen your eyes clear I’ve seen them bright You held our babies in the hospital light (remember?) You swore you’d stay You swore you’d try Now every promise feels like one more alibi [Breakdown] [Guitars drop to tense Muted chugs Vocal up close] Choose us Or choose the fire You can’t keep feeding The same old liar Take my hand Or turn away But don’t you dare Just fade to gray (hey!) [Chorus] I want my husband back Not this hollow shell You’re digging your own small piece of hell Let go Let go Before it swallows you Our kids need their dad Not a stranger they once knew Come back clean Come back to me Let go Let go Come back to me
Tags
rock, Hard-edged alternative rock with female vocals; palm-muted guitars in the verses building into huge, distorted power chords on the chorus. Punchy live drums with tom-heavy fills, gritty bass locking to the kick. Vocals start intimate and cracked, then soar with layered harmonies on the hook; middle-eight drops to half-time with a haunting guitar line before the final, explosive chorus., hard rock
Duration
3:12
Instrumental
No
Created
1/19/2026