[Intro – soft piano, faint city noise]
(A single piano note repeats like a heartbeat)
(Soft, weary)
Every ending has a glow…
even the broken ones.
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[Verse 1 – intimate, reflective]
Gold dust on your collarbone,
Sunrise creeping through the home
we made out of mistakes and lies—
Somehow it still feels like a prize.
We’re bruised, but soft, but still aligned,
Two disasters intertwined.
You breathe out slow, I breathe you in—
We look like endings,
but feel like sin.
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[Pre-Chorus – fragile lift]
I don’t know what we’re calling this—
love, or ruin,
or a near-miss.
But in this quiet, I can see…
what’s left of you,
and what’s left of me.
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[Chorus – gentle, cinematic]
This is the golden aftermath,
Where the pain and the beauty overlap.
We didn’t make it out unscathed—
but somehow,
we still stayed.
Yeah, it’s the golden aftermath,
Broken hearts dressed up in light.
If this is wrong, if this is right—
we’ll know
in another life.
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[Verse 2 – softer, more exposed]
Your shadow moves across my skin,
A quiet proof of where you’ve been.
We’ve burned in every color made—
still choose each other
after flames.
The truth is messy, never clean—
You’re not my angel, I’m not your dream.
But in this hush, when nothing speaks,
I feel the part
that I can keep.
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[Pre-Chorus – resigned, warm]
Maybe we aren’t meant to last,
Maybe we’re just future’s past.
But in this room, in this soft light—
it feels like we survived
the fight.
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[Chorus – fuller, emotional bloom]
This is the golden aftermath,
Where shattered things still find their path.
We didn’t walk away intact—
but we didn’t
turn our backs.
Yeah, it’s the golden aftermath,
A quiet peace we never planned.
Maybe love was never ours—
but right now…
I’ll take your hand.
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[Bridge – whispered, weightless, floating]
(whisper)
Maybe we broke every rule.
Maybe we broke ourselves too.
But something in the way you stay
makes every scar
look gold today.
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[Final Chorus – hushed, cinematic swelling]
This is the golden aftermath,
Where burn marks shimmer like they’re meant to last.
We never found a perfect way—
but somehow,
we always stayed.
Yeah, the golden aftermath,
Where wrong and right get blurred so fast.
If this is all we ever are…
it’s still
enough to leave a mark.
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[OUTRO – true callback, whispered]
(Piano fades, faint echo)
(Whisper)
Golden aftermath…
we didn’t make it out clean…
Golden aftermath…
but you still
stayed
with me.
PepperVice
