Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] I wake up as an unopened letter Stamp half-peeled Address erased Coffee cools in its chipped little temple Steam drawing halos on my face I walk like a bookshelf in an earthquake Every step A slipping spine All my thoughts dog-eared in the margins Words underlined Out of time [Chorus] I’m a garden in a snowstorm Blooming where it cuts too deep Laughing in the wrong form Crying when I finally sleep If I say I’m “just porcelain in season” Will you hear the hairline lines? I’m a garden in a snowstorm Trying to make the frost look fine [Verse 2] My mind’s an attic with a short fuse Lightbulb buzz and paper dust Memories in mismatched mason jars Labeled “hope” / “fear” / “rust” I set the table for the voices Silverware for every doubt They pass the salt They pass their judgments I pass out They never walk out [Chorus] I’m a garden in a snowstorm Blooming where it cuts too deep Laughing in the wrong form Crying when I finally sleep If I say I’m “just porcelain in season” Will you trace the crooked signs? I’m a garden in a snowstorm Teaching all the thorns to shine [Bridge] Some days I’m the open window Letting every weather in (oh) Some days I’m the locked piano All these keys No song to spin [Chorus] I’m a garden in a snowstorm Blooming where it hurts to breathe Smiling like it’s uniform Breaking in the space between If I say I’m “just porcelain in season” Will you hold what doesn’t align? I’m a garden in a snowstorm Still begging every seed to try
Tags
pop, Emotive, intimate indie-pop with avant-soul harmony; female vocals over fingerpicked guitar, brushed drums, and warm upright bass. Verses twist through unexpected chord colors; chorus blooms with stacked vocals and subtle strings. Light tape saturation, close-mic breathiness, and a late-bridge melodic lift that feels both antique and futuristic., nostalgic, poetic
Duration
3:24
Instrumental
No
Created
2/6/2026