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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Plastic crown on a bedroom floor
Mascara moons on a cracked old mirror
Mama’s voice in the next‑room war
Says love is a bruise that you learn to wear
I wrote your name in the dust that year
On a dashboard shaking down dead-end roads
You said
“You’re safe when I’m right here”
But your hands said something my heart already knows
[Pre-Chorus]
Every promise tasted like metal
Every “forever” cut my tongue
I keep chewing on the past like gristle
Who the hell am I becoming?
[Chorus]
I got teeth on the tinsel
Blood on the bow
Making something pretty
Out of everything I broke
You call it love
I call it coping
I keep laughing with my eyes
Just to hide that I’m choking
Growing up hurts
When you finally see
What they did to you
Living inside of me
[Verse 2]
You drink smoke like it keeps you warm
I drink doubt from a paper cup
We trade scars like we trade old stories
Like that’s what grown-ups call growing up
You trace my wrist where the lines run thin
Ask
“Do you still want to disappear?”
I say
“Sometimes I just want a skin
That doesn’t fit like all my worst years”
[Pre-Chorus]
Every secret sounds like sirens
Every touch sets off alarms
Still
I’m begging in the silence
For a softer kind of harm (yeah)
[Chorus]
I got teeth on the tinsel
Blood on the bow
Making something pretty
Out of everything I broke
You call it love
I call it coping
I keep laughing with my eyes
Just to hide that I’m choking
Growing up hurts
When you finally see
What they did to you
Living inside of me
[Bridge]
I’m scared I’ll wear your face one day
Talk like you
Walk like your shame
Pass this hurt on like a family name
And swear it’s just “the way I am” (oh)
[Chorus]
I got teeth on the tinsel
Blood on the bow
Making something pretty
Out of everything I broke
You call it love
I call it coping
I’m still learning how to stay
When the floor starts floating
Growing up hurts
But I’m choosing me
Let the ghosts you gave
Let them finally leave
(Yeah, I’m choosing me)
Details
GeneratedMar 1, 2026
Duration3:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
pop, Dark alt-pop with female vocals, gritty programmed drums, detuned synth bass, and eerie reversed textures. Verse one starts sparse with low piano and filtered vocal, then pre-chorus adds pulsing pads and distant vocal doubles. Chorus hits with distorted sub, crushed snares, and stacked raspy harmonies, riding a relentless mid-tempo groove. Bridge strips to a single synth drone and close-mic whisper vocal before the final chorus explodes with extra ad-libs and widened stereo fx., emotional, raw, moody
Credits
Prompt by
NorthOfNowhere
NorthOfNowhereModelAria v5
Prompt
Emotional, gritty pop with raspy vocals, dark alt-pop production, confessional lyrics, and moody, vulnerable storytelling about love, pain, and growing up with raw, edgy intensity., female
