Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You’re sleepin’ on my shoulder
But you ain’t really there
Just the rattle of that bottle
And the hiss of worn-out air
Your dress hangs on the bedpost
Like it’s waitin’ for your skin
I keep talkin’ to the mirror
‘Cause I don’t know where I’ve been
[Chorus]
I’m losin’ you
And I’m losin’ myself
Like a record wearin’ thin on the shelf
Every day you fade
I fade a little more
Heart on the table
Face on the floor
If love is a cure
I must be the sin
Watchin’ you slip while I cave in again
[Verse 2]
Nurses hum old numbers
Down that long
Linoleum hall
I bring you faded flowers
Can’t remember who they’re for at all
You smile like Sunday morning
In a cold fluorescent room
I say I’m fine
But I’m fallin’
In a suit that feels like doom
[Chorus]
I’m losin’ you
And I’m losin’ myself
Like a record wearin’ thin on the shelf
Every day you fade
I fade a little more
Heart on the table
Face on the floor
If love is a cure
I must be the sin
Watchin’ you slip while I cave in again
[Bridge]
I curse my own reflection (oh Lord)
For every breath you have to fight
I blame these hands for bein’ empty
When I crawl into the night
If there’s a heaven
Let it take you
If there’s a hell
I’m halfway through
‘Cause I can’t stand this slow goodbye
Knowin’ I can’t go with you
[Chorus]
I’m losin’ you
And I’m losin’ myself
Like a record wearin’ thin on the shelf
Every day you fade
I fade a little more
Heart on the table
Face on the floor
If love is a cure
I must be the sin
You’re learnin’ to leave
While I learn to cave in
[Outro]
Your picture on the dresser
My shadow in the frame
You whisper
“Live for both of us”
But I just mouth my name
Style
vintage 1950s slow blues-soul balladmale vocalsbrushed swing kit and upright basssmoky piano chords and tremolo guitar. vocal starts hushed and crackedblooming into grittychurchy power on the chorus with subtle organ swells. horns slip in on the second chorus and bridgeadding aching swells and call‑and‑response fills. tape‑warm mixintimate and rawleaving space for breaths and broken notes.soulblues
Prompt
Losing yourself as your girlfriend slowly dies from a disease as you fight with depression and self hatred, blues, soul 1950’s
Credits
Prompt bySweetViper181
GeneratedMar 5, 2026
ModelAria v5
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