Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Met you in the quiet part of summer Laughing at the wrong time Made it right You were drawing faces on your coffee cup Said my name like you’d known it all your life Then she showed up Hair like a red flag Stories sharp enough to cut the room Said that you had secrets I should worry about Planted little questions that began to bloom [Chorus] Now my broken compass heart Spins circles in the dark Pointed at the liar While I walked past the spark I traded what was honest For a pretty poisoned truth I chose the voice that shouted Over the one who whispered proof Now I’m standing in the fallout Knowing I never really chose you [Verse 2] She knew every angle of my weakness Praised me just enough to make me stay Pulled me like a tide from your shoreline Till I couldn’t hear the way you said my name You were on the curb with your suitcase Eyes asking questions my mouth dodged I said “This is better ” but my hands shook As I watched you disappear into the fog [Chorus] Now my broken compass heart Spins circles in the dark Pointed at the liar While I walked past the spark I traded what was honest For a pretty poisoned truth I chose the voice that shouted Over the one who whispered proof Now I’m standing in the fallout Knowing I never really chose you [Bridge] Did she win Or did I lose? Was it love or just a bruise? Every word she fed me Tasted sweet Then turned to rust (oh) If I ever see you On some quiet autumn street Will you recognize the boy Who let you go so easily? [Chorus] With this broken compass heart Still spinning in the dark Chasing down an echo Where you used to be the mark I traded what was honest For a pretty poisoned truth I chose the girl who pulled my strings Over the one who cut me loose Now I’m standing in the silence Knowing I never really chose you
Tags
Moody pop ballad with male vocals; mellow electric piano and soft kick in the verses, bass and wide pads swelling into a bittersweet, anthemic chorus. Subtle guitar delays add tension; hook lifts with stacked harmonies and a crisp snare. Final chorus pulls back on the last line for an intimate, almost whispered close.
Duration
3:31
Instrumental
No
Created
3/26/2026