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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I learned the quiet early
From a locked blue door
Little shoes by the hallway
Pressed to the floor
Every loud sound cut deep
Like glass in my chest
I made a small safe corner
And called it my best
[Pre-Chorus]
I kept my breath shallow
Kept my hands in my sleeves
If I spoke, the room cracked open
If I moved, they could see
[Chorus]
Broken porch light, stay on
I’m still here, I’m still here
Broken porch light, stay on
Through the fear, through the fear
When the dark gets heavy
And my name turns to rain
Hold the line with me
Hold the line with me
[Verse 2]
Now I wear the years wrong
Like a coat that don’t fit
Smile at the grocery
Then I fall apart in it
Some nights I stand at the edge
Of my own tired mind
And I call out for anybody
Who’s been left behind
[Pre-Chorus]
If you know this hallway
If you know this ache
Come sit on the floor with me
Let the whole room shake
[Chorus]
Broken porch light, stay on
I’m still here, I’m still here
Broken porch light, stay on
Through the fear, through the fear
When the dark gets heavy
And my name turns to rain
Hold the line with me
Hold the line with me
[Bridge]
I won’t name the way down
I won’t feed it a crown
I just need one steady heartbeat
To meet me on the ground
If you’re hurting too
Take my hand in the dark
We can be two cracked windows
Letting in one spark
[Final Chorus]
Broken porch light, stay on
I’m still here, I’m still here
Broken porch light, stay on
Through the fear, through the fear
When the dark gets heavy
And my name turns to rain
Hold the line with me
Hold the line with me
[Outro]
Stay on
Stay on
Hold the line with me
Details
GeneratedAug 27, 2026
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
Alternative rock with a soft-but-heavy pulse, mid-tempo and steady; verse rides fingerpicked guitar, restrained toms, and a low bass line, pre-chorus opens with rising harmonies and suspended chords, chorus lands on thick distorted guitars and an anthemic lift. Close-mic vulnerable lead vocal, doubled on the hook, with ghostly backing oohs and a delayed cry on the title line. Tape hiss, reverse cymbal swells, and a final crash into a wide, bruised mix., rock, soft, depressing
Credits
Prompt byMadNova264
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A depressing story about my childhood trauma and solidarity life in hard depression and suicidal ideation, rock soft but heavy
