

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You walk in The air goes thin Not magic More like breathing in a flame Every touch A tiny wing Shakes loose Still I hover when you say my name [Chorus] I don't get butterflies I get moths in my ribcage Paper-thin Crashing into every heartbreak Drawn to your fires I keep flying in Fragile things Folding on your skin I don't get butterflies I get moths in my ribcage Soft little fools that never learn the way You burn me down I still turn to you All these moths Still choosing you [Verse 2] You say "stay " I know that taste Ashes On the back of every vow I trace your face like it's a lamp Too bright Just close enough to keep me bowing down [Chorus] I don't get butterflies I get moths in my ribcage Paper-thin Crashing into every heartbreak Drawn to your fires I keep flying in Fragile things Folding on your skin I don't get butterflies I get moths in my ribcage Soft little fools that never learn the way You burn me down I still turn to you All these moths Still choosing you [Bridge] Maybe I was never built for gentle Maybe I mistook the scorch for sentimental Tell me why my chest lights up Every time you twist that knife (oh) [Chorus] I don't get butterflies I get moths in my ribcage Paper-thin Crashing into every heartbreak Drawn to your fires I keep flying in Fragile things Folding on your skin I don't get butterflies I get moths in my ribcage Soft little fools that never learn the way You burn me down I still turn to you All these moths Still choosing you (yeah)
Tags
Smoky indie-pop ballad with female raspy vocals, intimate electric piano and brushed drums at the start; chorus widens into airy pads, warm bass, and stacked harmonies. Subtle tremolo guitar glows at the edges. Dynamics swell on each hook, then pull back to near-whispered lines, spotlighting the raw, bruised delivery.
3:11
No
3/14/2026