

Prompt / 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
Tags
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
3:14
No
3/16/2026