Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I drew hearts in the margins
Last name changed on my schoolbook spine
Plastic ring from a quarter machine
Thought it meant you’d be mine
Dress-up veil in the mirror
Bouquet made of dandelions
Told my friends I’d be married by twenty
Like it was a deadline
[Chorus]
White picket ghosts
Lined up in my head
Little house
Little hands
Sleeping in a bunk bed
I used to pray for that picture-perfect life
Now I’m lying on the floor in a thrift-store dress
Watching all those paper dolls undress
White picket ghosts
Haunt me less and less
[Verse 2]
Now my plants are my children
Three mugs on the counter
All mine
I eat dinner from the same chipped plate
Scrolling past another “just married” sign
I cancel calls
Let it ring out
Silence feels like a lullaby
They ask
“Don’t you get lonely at night?”
I shrug and change the subject line
[Chorus]
White picket ghosts
Lined up in my head
Little house
Little hands
Sleeping in a bunk bed
I used to pray for that picture-perfect life
Now I’m laughing at the lists I used to write
Names of strangers I would someday like
White picket ghosts
Fading out of sight
[Bridge]
I don’t crave your touch
I don’t miss that rush
I just miss the safety
I thought love would bring
Yeah
I grew up quiet
Turned my room to a riot
Of books and screens and songs
And not a wedding ring (no ring)
[Chorus]
White picket ghosts
Standing at my gate
Waving while I walk past
Headphones on
It’s getting late
I used to beg for that picture-perfect life
Now I’m choosing every corner of my space
Softest light on my unmade face
White picket ghosts
You can keep that place (keep that place)
White picket ghosts
I’m okay in this space
Style
popemo-pop electro with female vocalsdry intimate verses over muted synth pads and soft trap hatsthen a wideshimmering chorus with sidechained chords and bright top-line leads. keep the vocal up-front and conversationallayers of airy harmonies on the hooksubtle vocoder doubles on key words. bridge strips to piano and reverb-heavy vocal before a finallifted chorus with extra ad-libs and a tightabrupt ending.electroemo
Prompt
Female. Emo, pop, electro. The song of how as a kid I dreamed of the white picket fence. I thought I’d be married by now with kids and an easy life. Childish dreams now an asexual introvert
Credits
Prompt by
Artemis15
Artemis15GeneratedJan 29, 2026
ModelAria v5
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