Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Orange shirt in my closet Necklace I bought from a thrift store stand Drawn-on beads for every monster I’ve never fought But I think I can Maps of Long Island in my notebook Cabins sketched in the margins Blue and gold Read till dawn Heart out of body Like some old prophecy took hold [Chorus] I wanna wake up in Camp Half-Blood Name on the bunk Sword by my bed Laugh in the face of the dark Dark woods Even with ghosts in my head If the Fates cut deep Then let it be I just don’t wanna run anymore I’d trade this quiet Safe old life To bleed for a place that’s mine A war that’s mine And a home on that hill by the shore [Verse 2] Mom says I get too attached to stories Eyes all red when a hero falls But it’s kids like me on those pages Shaking hands Still answering the call I’d miss birthdays Miss graduations I’d miss sitting here on this bedroom floor For capture-the-flag and dining pavilions And friends worth dying for [Chorus] [Bridge] But what if I watched you turn to dust Right there on some cursed black sand What if I had to choose the world Over holding your trembling hand Could I stand at the edge of the Styx Hear your voice in the river below Would I still say I want this life If I had to let you go [Chorus] [Outro] So I sleep in a mortal suburb But my heart’s in a pine tree’s shade Singing soft to gods that never answer Still hoping they made a mistake If there’s a list of lost demigods Maybe my name’s written small in the ink Till then I’ll trace those beads on my collarbone Close my eyes And pretend I’m on Half-Blood’s brink
Tags
folk, Intimate emo-folk with female vocals, close-mic’d nylon guitar and soft fingerpicking. First verse almost whispered, then the chorus lifts with doubled vocals and subtle string swells. Light floor-tom and shaker sneak in on the second pass to build emotion, then everything strips back to just voice and guitar for the last lines, raw and confessional., emo
Duration
3:29
Instrumental
No
Created
12/27/2025