Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Coffee’s cold
Name on the cup is wrong
I stare at it
Like it’s been there all along
Keys on the hook
Can’t recall how I got home
Joke with the bartender
’Bout talking to my phone (mm)
[Chorus]
I’m barely holding on
Thread through my fingers, slipping slow
Name all the streets I’m walking down
But I don’t know where they go
I’m laughing at the lines I cross
Like it’s all some crooked sign
Everybody says I’m fine
I’m just losing my mind
One little piece at a time
[Verse 2]
Left my hat
On a stranger’s chair last week
He waved it from the doorway
Like he’d known me for a week
Faces blur
Like water on the glass
I call you by your old name
You forgive it, let it pass (oh)
[Chorus]
I’m barely holding on
Thread through my fingers, slipping slow
Name all the streets I’m walking down
But I don’t know where they go
I’m laughing at the lines I cross
Like it’s all some crooked sign
Everybody says I’m fine
I’m just losing my mind
One little piece at a time
[Bridge]
[Band swells, trumpet answers vocal phrases]
I used to be the one
Who always knew the way back home
Now I’m counting all the cracks
In the ceiling, in my bones
If I fade mid-sentence
Promise you’ll still stay
Catch my wandering questions
Guide them back my way (yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m barely holding on
Thread through my fingers, slipping slow
Name all the streets I’m walking down
But I don’t know where they go
I’m laughing at the lines I cross
Like it’s all some crooked sign
Everybody says I’m fine
I’m just losing my mind
One little piece at a time
[Outro]
[Band settles, brushes and soft piano]
Coffee’s cold
Say my name, I’ll say it too
If the rest of me goes wandering
Let the last of me be you
Style
jazzsmoky small-club jazzlive trio feel: brushed snare and upright bass start sparse under warm male vocalslate-night piano voicings. gradual dynamic rise as the band leans in—ride cymbal opens upbass walkspiano grows more angular—then eases back to a fragile whisper at the end. occasional muted trumpet fills answer the vocal lineswith room ambience and audience murmurs left in the mix.slow
Prompt
jazz, slow start, build up, slow finish, live, male, losing their mind slowly
Credits
Prompt by
DocLowin
DocLowinGeneratedMar 21, 2026
ModelAria v5
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