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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Fifteen bags by the curb this morning
Coffee gone cold in my shaking hand
Whole years folded in on themselves
In the dark of a plastic land
Old notes
T‑shirts
Faded faces
All the almosts I couldn’t keep
Tied them shut like tiny coffins
Held my breath instead of sleep
[Chorus]
I’ve been throwing my life away
One small memory at a time
Every goodbye in a black‑tied knot
On a sidewalk
Left behind
If starting over means this ache
Then I’ll stand here in the rain
Watch fifteen bags of the person I was
Roll away with yesterday’s stains
[Verse 2]
Ticket stubs from trains I missed you on
Keys to doors that don’t exist
The birthday card I never answered
Lipstick smudge from the last good kiss
I find my name in crooked letters
From a hand I barely know
Guess I learned to write it braver
Than I ever learned to grow
[Chorus]
I’ve been throwing my life away
One small memory at a time
Every goodbye in a black‑tied knot
On a sidewalk
Left behind
If starting over means this ache
Then I’ll stand here in the rain
Watch fifteen bags of the person I was
Roll away with yesterday’s stains
[Bridge]
Maybe grief is just a hallway
You walk through with shaking feet
Dropping ghosts like broken suitcases
Till your hands feel almost clean
I don’t forgive the boy I wasted
But I can’t stay where he remains
So I whisper to these lonesome piles
“Thank you for your borrowed pain” (oh)
[Chorus]
I’ve been throwing my life away
One small memory at a time
Every goodbye in a black‑tied knot
On a sidewalk
Left behind
If starting over means this ache
I’ll still step onto this train
Leave fifteen bags of the person I was
For the dawn to take with the rain
Details
GeneratedFeb 5, 2026
Duration4:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Sparse acoustic ballad with male vocals; intimate fingerpicked guitar in a low register, soft brushed snare entering on the second chorus. Verses close-mic and confessional, chorus opens slightly with airy harmonies. Subtle pad swells in the bridge for emotional lift, last chorus drops to almost solo vocal and guitar for a fragile, unfinished ending., sad, acoustic, poetic, ballad
Credits
Prompt byIndieTheremin
ModelAria v5
Prompt
write an acoustic ballad, sad song about 15 bags of garbage, throwing your life away. Starting new new beginnings being sad about the past make it poetic.
