

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You left your earring in my truck Like a flag on holy ground Smelled his cologne on your black shirt Thought I was lost I was just found You came home late Eyes too bright Spun some story Half-ass lies I watched you choke on every word With his damn hickey on your thigh [Chorus] I hope you hear this fucking song Every time you close your eyes May his hands feel cheap and empty When he feeds you the same lines You can keep the bed The ring The town I’ll keep the scars you gave You ain’t love You ain’t my past You’re just dirt on my name [Verse 2] Burned your letters in a coffee can Ash on my boots Smoke in my teeth Violin crying like it knew Every filthy little secret underneath You said I’m crazy Said I’m cruel Gaslit my heart till it went blind But you’re the one who fucked us up Then called it “changing of your mind” [Chorus] I hope you hear this fucking song Every time you close your eyes May his hands feel cheap and empty When he feeds you the same lines You can keep the bed The ring The town I’ll keep the scars you gave You ain’t love You ain’t my past You’re just dirt on my name [Bridge] [Violin wails over sparse guitar] One day you’ll choke on Sunday wine See my face in every glass Hear my voice in every fight When he turns into your past You’ll call it karma Call it fate I’ll call it finally getting straight You broke a good man just for fun Hope that shit keeps you awake [Chorus] I hope you hear this fucking song Every time you close your eyes May his touch feel cold and hollow When he spits out the same lies You can keep the bed The ring The town I’ll keep the scars you gave You ain’t love You ain’t my past You’re just dirt on my name Just a stain I couldn’t save
Tags
folk, Dark indie-folk with bluegrass colors: fingerpicked minor-key acoustic, mournful lead violin carving the melody, brushed snare and stomped floorboard for pulse. Male vocals, raw and close-miked, sit right at the edge of breaking; low fiddle drones in the verses, then climbs into cutting, dissonant runs in the chorus. Subtle upright bass shadows the guitar, bridge drops to almost a cappella before the final, bitter refrain with stacked, ragged harmonies., violin, depressing, sad, bluegrass, indie folk
4:09
No
1/17/2026