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Lyrics
I used to enjoy this place.
Now the walls just stand
whatever I forgot to deal with.
It ain’t haunted.
It’s stained.
With stale ciggerette smoke.
I don’t decorate.
Just cover things up.
Painting over holes,
I missed patching up.
With urgent mail
I dont read.
I swept the floor last month,
but the air still feels dirty.
Like memories haunt the attic,
and no sage is strong enough
to make it leave.
I’m house broke.
Not homeless.
Got a roof.
With paper maché walls.
no comfort.
Just corners
That Im standing
In line for.
The dishes aren’t piling up
‘cuz I’m lazy —
I just can’t look at my reflection in
The sink water.
I might drown.
Every room’s got its own argument
But I forgot to read into it.
I run through them
like I’m ducking under tape
at a crime scene.
I've been told
“make your space sacred.”
But what do you do
when the altar’s made of
your own bullshit?
I’ve prayed in the shower.
Screamed into the fridge.
Apologized to the rug,
For mistakes swept under
It.
I’m house broke.
Still living here,
but it don’t stay warm
like it used to.
Feels like I’m squatting
in my own skin.
Lights still work.
Lock still turns.
But I moved out
a while ago.
Even the dust
Dont linger.
I’m house broke.
Not homeless.
Got a roof.
With paper maché walls.
no comfort.
Just corners
That Im standing
In line for.
Details
GeneratedMay 17, 2025
Duration2:43
LanguageEnglish
Style
ska, dark folk, dark country, bebop, progressive dubstep, female vocals
Credits
Prompt by
LyricallyInsane
LyricallyInsaneModelAria v4
