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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Your mug's still by the kettle
Lip print faded in the glaze
I keep washing the same two dishes
Like it might rewind the days
The hallway smells like your perfume
Under dust and summer heat
Your shoes still pointed at the door
But you don't walk this street
[Chorus]
Death pulled up in a black suit in July
Didn’t ask
Didn’t knock
Just crossed the line
Left your jacket on the back of the chair
Left your laughter hanging cold in the air
I keep talking to the dark above the sink
Waiting for an answer that won't blink
Pain sits quiet at the foot of my bed
Grief is every word I never said
[Verse 2]
I scroll through all our photos
Half-smiles
Birthday paper crowns
Zoom in on the tiny tremors
You were already slowing down
Your voicemail is a landmine
Two rings
Then your tired "hey"
I hit play just to hear you breathing
Then hang up halfway
[Chorus]
Death pulled up in a black suit in July
Didn’t ask
Didn’t knock
Just crossed the line
Left your jacket on the back of the chair
Left your laughter hanging cold in the air
I keep talking to the dark above the sink
Waiting for an answer that won't blink
Pain sits quiet at the foot of my bed
Grief is every word I never said
[Bridge]
People bring casseroles
Call it "time"
As if the clock could fix this crime (oh)
They say it "gets better" like it's rain
But they never mention
How better still means pain
[Chorus]
Death pulled up in a black suit in July
Didn’t ask
Didn’t knock
Just crossed the line
Left your jacket on the back of the chair
Left your laughter hanging cold in the air
I keep talking to the dark above the sink
Waiting for an answer that won't blink
Till the day I learn to carry what you left
Walk with sadness
Hand in hand with death
Details
GeneratedApr 2, 2026
Duration3:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
Sparse minor-key piano and low, rumbling drones under intimate male vocals; verses stay close and conversational, with subtle reverb and breaths intact. Chorus swells with warm pads, distant choir, and a deep, steady kick for weight. Bridge strips back to almost a capella, then returns with layered harmonies riding a slow, aching build to an unresolved fade.
Credits
Prompt byLazyBolt598
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Death, sadness, pain, grief
