

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You hand me favors like a blessing Little gifts I never asked for Say you hate to see me stressing As you stack them by the back door Call it love Call it "I got you" Smile sharp enough to cut bone Every promise has a weight to it Every "trust me" feels like stone [Chorus] Pocketful of stones And you keep smiling Saying "this is how you know that you're not alone" Wading where the shore turns silent Feel the bottom vanish Feel it in my throat Pocketful of stones And I'm still trying But every step you praise me I just choke You were never saving me from drowning You were always loading up my coat [Verse 2] You talk about my wasted potential As you tie it to my belt loops Every secret that I ever lent you Comes back heavy like wet boots You say "look how far I've led you" While you watch the ripples spread out If I sink You call it lessons If I rise You drag me back down [Chorus] Pocketful of stones And you keep smiling Saying "this is how you know that you're not alone" Wading where the shore turns silent Feel the bottom vanish Feel it in my throat Pocketful of stones And I'm still trying But every step you praise me I just choke You were never saving me from drowning You were always loading up my coat [Bridge] I feel the water climb my chest (too late) Taste the rust of every debt I never owed You call my name from up on the bank Like I'm the one who let go [Chorus] Pocketful of stones And you keep smiling Saying "this is how you know that you're not alone" Wading where the shore turns silent Feel the bottom vanish Feel it in my throat Pocketful of stones But I'm done fighting I cut the seams Let every burden float You were never saving me from drowning I was never born to wear your stones
Tags
rock, Menacing alt-rock with male vocals, slow half-time groove that swells into a crushing wall of guitars on the chorus. Verses ride palm-muted riffs and tom-heavy drums; chorus explodes with wide, detuned power chords and strained, layered vocals. Bass grinds low and distorted, with a reverb-drenched lead line snaking through the bridge for a desperate, sinking climax.
3:19
No
2/4/2026