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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You’re on my couch again
Bare feet on the armrest
Laughing at some old film
That I never even liked
My phone buzzes on the floor
Name lighting up in blue
But you’re already here
Too close to be true
[Pre-Chorus]
I wake up chewing on your name
Pillowcase hot with your ghost
Every night the same old frame
You’re the host
I’m the host
[Chorus]
Every time I close my eyes I see you
Sleep-drunk on you
Yeah
I can’t move
You’re leaning in slow
And I’m see-through
Tearing at your clothes like the world approves
Every time I close my eyes I lose you
Wake up with the taste but not the proof
Every time I close my eyes I see you
(And I hate that it’s just)
Sex in my dreams with you
[Verse 2]
Kitchen tile
2 a.m
You’re in my old band tee
Hands slammed against the fridge
Breathing like you can’t breathe
You say my name like a dare
Bite my lip
Pull my hair
Then I jolt
Fists full of sheet
Heart pounding empty air
[Pre-Chorus]
Your perfume stuck in my lungs
Jaw clenched
Teeth on your lie
Half a saint and half so young
Crawling back each time I try
[Chorus]
Every time I close my eyes I see you
Sleep-drunk on you
Yeah
I can’t move
You’re leaning in slow
And I’m see-through
Tearing at your clothes like the world approves
Every time I close my eyes I lose you
Wake up with the taste but not the proof
Every time I close my eyes I see you
(And I hate that it’s just)
Sex in my dreams with you
[Bridge]
Maybe I should call you
Say I miss you when I sleep
Or maybe I should starve this
Rip your posters from my deep
But my eyelids hit like curtains
And there you are
Obscene
So pretty it hurts
So certain
You only want me in my dreams
[Chorus]
Every time I close my eyes I see you
Sleep-drunk on you
Yeah
I can’t move
You’re leaning in slow
And I’m see-through
Tearing at your clothes like the world approves
Every time I close my eyes I lose you
Wake up with the taste but not the proof
Every time I close my eyes I see you
(One more hit, one more scene)
Sex in my dreams with you
Details
GeneratedMar 16, 2026
Duration3:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Crunchy alt-rock meets scrappy punk energy; male vocals with a tired, hungry edge. Tight, overdriven guitars push eighth-note downstrokes, drums slam in a mid-tempo stomp that flips half-time in the pre-chorus, then surges double-time on the hook. Bass locks dirty and melodic under a gang-vocal style chorus, with a brief, noisy guitar break before the last refrain., punk, alternative rock
Credits
Prompt by
thesilentsuffering
thesilentsufferingModelAria v5
Prompt
Every time I close my eyes, I see you, sitting in all your beauty, and every so often, we have sex in my dreams, rock, alternative rock, punk
