Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Corner booth in the trattoria
Cheap wine
Heavy eyes
You’re laughing a little too loud
While you sharpen those lies
Bread breaks
My guard breaks
You toast “to the bitter end”
Did you taste the salt
Running off the word “friend”?
[Chorus]
Knives at the table
Hidden in your smile
You hug like you’re loyal
But you twist all the while
You raise your glass
To the stories you bend
Knives at the table
And you call yourself a friend
[Verse 2]
You spell my secrets on napkins
Pass them down the line
Every joke with my name in it
Cuts a little each time
You say
“Relax
I’m only joking”
But my face is your show
Tell me
When did I become
The punchline you throw?
[Chorus]
Knives at the table
Hidden in your smile
You hug like you’re loyal
But you twist all the while
You raise your glass
To the stories you bend
Knives at the table
And you call yourself a friend
[Bridge]
I paid the bill
You sent the bill to my back (hey!)
Signed it with a grin
Like it’s just banter
Just chat
I’m done being dinner
For your hungry ego
I’m walking out slow
Let the whole room know
[Instrumental Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
Knives at the table
But I’m standing now
You can toast to my absence
I won’t bow
I won’t bow
Keep your glass
And the stories you bend
Knives at the table
But this is where we end
Style
rockcrunchy alt-rock band feel with male vocals; verse starts tight and tense over palm-muted guitars and dry drum groovethen chorus widens with crashing cymbalsstacked shoutsand a singalong hook. mid-songthe energy spikes into a searing rock guitar solo over a driving rhythm sectionthen a final half-time chorus that lets the vocal soar above a wall of guitars.
Prompt
Friends pain backstaber trattoria, rock guitar solo
Credits
Prompt byIndieLoop493
GeneratedFeb 4, 2026
ModelAria v5
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