Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Late train Rain on the glass keeps counting All the ways You never said my name Cold tea Lipstick ghosts on the rim I keep tracing Every almost Every when [Chorus] This thing called love Has teeth in my chest Bleeding me slow While I beg for the rest I’m losing my mind For a touch For a rush For a crumb I’m burning alive For this cruel Sweet Cursed thing called love [Verse 2] You call Half past two Voice shaking Say you’re drunk Say you’re “better off alone” I laugh Lie and say I understand But I’m begging For the ache to be my home [Chorus] This thing called love Has teeth in my chest Bleeding me slow While I beg for the rest I’m losing my mind For a touch For a rush For a crumb I’m burning alive For this cruel Sweet Cursed thing called love [Bridge] Pull me closer Just to break my spine (so soft) Kiss me sober Then deny you tried I’m not angry I’m addicted to the knife Cut me open Just to prove I’m still alive (still alive) [Chorus] This thing called love Has teeth in my chest Bleeding me dry And I still say “yes” I’m losing my mind For a glimpse For a taste For your thumb Pressed into my pulse Oh this cruel Sweet Cursed thing called love (thing called love) This cruel Sweet Cursed thing called love
Tags
folk, Art-pop / dream-pop ballad with male vocals, slow-burning tension over warm bass swells and sparse folk-inflected guitar. Cinematic pads and distant choirs bloom as the song builds; verses stay intimate and breathy, chorus opens into a seductive, anguished release. Subtle electronic pulses support a dramatic drop into a stripped bridge, then everything returns bigger with layered background choir and aching strings., ballad, seductive, dream pop, art pop
Duration
4:11
Instrumental
No
Created
1/31/2026