Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] We were tent hopping under cold skies Cheap cans Cracked hands Red eyes You drew constellations on my wrist Swore you’d stay Then you slipped [Chorus] Now I’m shattered and I’m choking Every laugh turns to smoke in my lungs All these stars just feel broken Since you packed up your promises and ran Yeah my heart’s in a thousand small shards And I’m stuck here Tent hopping with ghosts in the dark Moving on alone Moving on alone (hey!) [Verse 2] Leftover ash on my backpack Your hair tie still caught in the strap Every campsite looks the same One more fire Spelling out your name [Chorus] Now I’m shattered and I’m choking Every laugh turns to smoke in my lungs All these stars just feel broken Since you packed up your promises and ran Yeah my heart’s in a thousand small shards And I’m stuck here Tent hopping with ghosts in the dark Moving on alone Moving on alone (oh yeah) [Bridge] Is it me? Is it Something I’ll inside? All this rot I tried to hide I stitched a smile Over open seams You tore it wide Walked out of my dreams [Chorus] Now I’m shattered and I’m choking Every laugh turns to smoke in my lungs All these stars just feel broken Since you packed up your promises and ran Yeah my heart’s in a thousand small shards And I’m stuck here Tent hopping with ghosts in the dark Moving on alone Moving on alone Moving on alone Under these dead Dead stars
Tags
rock, Grunge-goth ska with male vocals, overdriven guitars in a swung, off-kilter skank. Dirty bass and tight, choppy upstrokes in the verses; drums push a nervous shuffle. Chorus explodes with darker power chords, gang shouts, and roomy toms. Bridge drops to a haunted, dubby breakdown before slamming back into a final, ragged hook. Vocals raw, cracked-edge, lots of dynamic screams and whispers., ska, grunge
Duration
2:58
Instrumental
No
Created
2/11/2026