

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Feel the flowers in your throat Every petal like a blade You said beauty comes with pain Guess I learned that all too late [Pre-Chorus] You dressed the bruise up as a promise Called it love I called it home Now the garden’s turning toxic And I’m choking on the thorns [Chorus] Feel the flowers in my throat Watch them sting As the world around me turns into dust and drifting ash You said “Baby This is how forever feels” But forever never made it past the crash Feel the flowers in my throat They still burn Every word you left inside me twists and curls If this is what you meant by growing up I don’t wanna be your girl [Verse 2] All our pictures in a pile On the floor beside the bed Little ghosts of all the times That I kept your madness fed [Pre-Chorus] You lit a match inside my ribcage Called it passion Called it fate Now the smoke is in my lungs And I’m running out of grace [Chorus] Feel the flowers in my throat Watch them sting As the world around me turns into dust and fading glass You said “Baby This is how we rise” But we only ever learned how to crash Feel the flowers in my throat They still burn Every promise Every almost Every lie If this is what you meant by holding on I’d rather say goodbye [Bridge] I scrape your name off every mirror (hey) I rinse your echo from my bones I pull the petals from my airway I’m learning how to breathe alone (breathe alone) [Chorus] Feel the flowers in my throat as they fade Let the world around me turn to dust I’ll turn to gold You said “Baby You’re the one who’ll break” Yeah I finally broke your hold Feel the flowers in my throat Going quiet Every root you planted loosens Lets me go If this is what it means to save myself Then I’m ready to explode
Tags
rock, Crunchy pop-rock with female vocals; bright, slightly overdriven guitars and tight drums under a bittersweet topline. Verses stay close and intimate with palm-muted riffs; choruses explode with wide power chords, stacked harmonies, and a soaring lead. Bridge drops to half-time with echoing guitar swells, then a final chorus up a step for maximum lift., world, pop
3:18
No
1/22/2026