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Lyrics
I flew halfway round the world just to feel less alone
Taipei rain still lives in my phone
Toronto nights, breath like smoke
You stood in black clothes, hands in your coat
You barely spoke, eyes on the floor
Everyone said you were something more
I thought maybe you weren’t looking at me that way
I thought maybe you were just… not straight
Shy like a ghost in a crowded room
Till the bottle breaks the silence for you
Then you’re laughing like you own the place
Someone else wearing Brady’s face
You said L.A. was waiting after senior year
Palm trees, sunshine, disappear
But right now you’re stuck underground
In your parents’ house, nowhere-bound
I thought you were gay, I won’t lie
Turns out you’re not, just hard to read inside
Guess that’s something, guess that’s fine
Still hurts when I replay that night
Black hair falling in your eyes
Talking dreams you won’t chase tonight
Smoke in the air, secrets on your breath
Running from boredom, flirting with excess
I hoped for more, or maybe less
The truth landed heavier than I guessed
I wanted sparks, I wanted fire
Got a quiet letdown and a tired smile
You shine only when you’re halfway gone
Life of the party till the buzz wears off
Morning comes, you fade back in
Concrete walls, same old skin
You said L.A. was calling your name
But fear’s got you playing the same old game
Basement lights, minimum wage
Dreams on pause, trapped in place
I thought you were gay, I was wrong somehow
At least that mystery’s over now
But clarity doesn’t soften the fall
It just echoes louder through the walls
Bridge
Back to Jack’s, stacking cans in rows
Weighing meat while the radio drones
Clocking hours, killing time
While I board flights and cross more lines
I’ll always be from somewhere else
You’ll always say you’re leaving yourself
We met in the middle, lost in between
Two almosts, one faded scene
If you ever make it to the coast
I hope you become who you wanted most
I’ll be a memory you barely keep
Like February snow on a side street
I came from Taiwan, stayed too long
Wrote you into a sad little song
You’re not gay, you’re not mine
Just another ghost in Toronto time
Basement lights flicker on and off
I walk away, you never stop
Dreams don’t die, they just get bent
In rooms where nobody leaves yet
Details
GeneratedDec 22, 2025
Duration3:18
LanguageEnglish
Style
Make it a goth girl singing it with high notes, rock, punk, emo, metal, female
Credits
Prompt byQuantumKernel309
ModelAria v5
