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Lyrics
Verse 1
I thought the silence was a virtue, thought the temper was a storm
Just a byproduct of keeping all your jagged edges warm.
I didn't know the way you spoke was carving out my name
Until the dirt was settled and I’m the one who feels the shame.
Chorus
You were an anchor made of syrup
sweet until I tried to float
I was swimming for the both of us with your fingers on my throat.
Now the needles and the bottles are all gathered in a shed
And I’m just learning how you hurt me now that you are finally dead.
Verse 2
The neighbors saw a victim who just stumbled through the dark
I saw the way you used my heart to catch a dying spark.
You loved me like a hostage, kept me small to keep me near
This sadness is just the realization
I’m no longer living in fear.
Chorus
You were a house on fire, and I was locked inside the hall
I spent my young years catching you just to watch you let me fall.
Now the medicine is quiet and the bottles finally shed
But you're still screaming in my ears even though you’re dead.
Bridge
Cold floor. (mmm)
Small rooms.
Your spit.
My wounds.
I was your bandage
You were my blade
Look at the mess...
That you made.
Outro
The house is quiet, the air is clean
I’m finally seeing what a mother is supposed to be.
You’re gone, and the debt is paid
But I’m still sleeping in the wreckage that you made.
Details
GeneratedFeb 2, 2026
Duration2:55
LanguageEnglish
Style
Raw, acoustic indie folk with a "crying" guitar. Raspy, desperate vocals that break on the high notes.
Credits
Prompt byIndieTheremin
ModelAria v5
