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Lyrics
She texts “maybe” when she means “no,”
Then ghosts me just to say hello.
She likes chaos, I like tea—
She’s a storm; I’m decaf, mild, and free.
She says “simple,” then makes a plan,
With twelve conditions and one demand.
I try to follow, understand—
But she’s the map without the land.
Details
GeneratedDec 5, 2025
Duration0:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
indie rock, powerful drumming, deep bass, obsesive stoner guitar ritm, intense piano chords, energetic cool dark tone
Credits
Prompt byDreamyGod324
ModelAria v5
