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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
Details
GeneratedJan 31, 2026
Duration4:11
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
JOREN
JORENModelAria v5
Prompt
Ballad, art pop, Dream pop, despair, male, tension, build up, background Choir, folk,cinematic atmosphere,bass, seductive, drop,mad,yearning
Song: thing called love
