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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I float through the hallway
Coffee cup on the crooked shelf
Lipstick stain from the day I left
Still bright
You pass through my shadow
Keys in hand
Staring at your phone
Say my name in a tired tone
To the night
[Chorus]
These are rooms that don’t remember
Hands that never feel my hands
I am calling
But it’s all weather
Blowing through your quiet plans
I press my face against your shoulder
You just shiver
Pull away
I thought grief would end when I got older
Didn’t know I went that day
[Verse 2]
I ride the old bus route
Window fog
Tracing out your face
Every turn
Every tired place
Learned by heart
Our song in the café
Plays too loud from a rusted screen
You don’t look where I used to lean
Torn apart
[Chorus]
These are rooms that don’t remember
Hands that never feel my hands
I am calling
But it’s all weather
Blowing through your quiet plans
I press my face against your shoulder
You just shiver
Pull away
I thought grief would end when I got older
Didn’t know I went that day
[Bridge]
At the mirror over your bedroom drawer
No reflection
Just the open door
All the flowers on that photograph
Blackened eyes
And a stranger’s laugh
The framed date carved like a quiet crime
I’ve been gone such a long
Long time (oh)
It was me
It was me all this time
[Chorus]
These are rooms that never knew me
Places emptied of my name
You kept reaching for the old me
Till the air and I became the same
I press my face against your shoulder
Whisper
“Love
It’s okay”
You can let me go
Grow colder
I already went that day
Details
GeneratedMar 8, 2026
Duration4:15
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Haunting gothic post-punk ballad, female vocals; chiming chorus guitar and chorus-soaked bass over a minimal drum machine pulse, verses hushed and intimate with close-mic breathy delivery, choruses bloom with reverb-drenched harmonies and swollen synth pads; bridge adds a low organ swell and tom-heavy build before dropping to a stark final refrain and lingering feedback tail, gothic post-punk, ballad
Credits
Prompt by
TikiShark
TikiSharkModelAria v5
Prompt
Haunting gothic post-punk ballad: a woman drifts through familiar rooms and favorite places unseen, reaching for loved ones who never respond—until she realizes she’s been a ghost all along., female
