

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Ash in my coffee News on the counter Another body washed up On the morning sound Billboard preacher Selling his thunder But the kids in the doorway Only stare at the ground [Chorus] I don’t belong in this dark Cruel world Teeth in the water Claws in the dirt Every road’s burning Every word hurts I wanna go where this shit can’t find me Rip my name off the mail Set the sky on fire Let the smoke be the last thing behind me I don’t belong I don’t belong here [Verse 2] Small-town sheriff Takes what he wants to Smiles for the camera Like a god in blue Mama says “baby You just keep your head down” But my blood runs louder Than the rules of this town [Chorus] I don’t belong in this dark Cruel world Teeth in the water Claws in the dirt Every road’s burning Every word hurts I wanna go where this shit can’t find me Rip my name off the mail Set the sky on fire Let the smoke be the last thing behind me I don’t belong I don’t belong here [Bridge] I dream of a place Where my hands come clean No crosses on hills No sirens in the trees Just an old cracked creek And a sky that forgives If I can’t live there Then I don’t wanna live (no more) [Chorus] I don’t belong in this dark Cruel world Teeth in the water Claws in the dirt Every road’s burning Every word hurts I wanna go where this shit can’t find me Rip my name off the mail Set the sky on fire Let the smoke be the last thing behind me I don’t belong I don’t belong here
Tags
folk, Dusty indie-folk country with male vocals; close-mic’d fingerpicked guitar carrying a haunting signature riff, soft brushed snare and upright bass pulse. Fiddle weaves mournful counter-melodies that bloom in the chorus, then tangle with a reverb-kissed slide guitar in the bridge. Intimate verses stay hushed and confessional; choruses open with stacked harmonies and a raw, cracked edge. Mix leans warm and organic, letting every creak of the room color the performance., indie folk, country, world
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1/17/2026