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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You chose the lowest ceiling
Concrete dust and Christmas light
Boxes labeled every season
All the years we stacked just right
Your boots beside the washing machine
Laces loose
Still tied to you
I touched the cord
Then pulled my hand back
Like it might remember too
[Chorus]
Basement February
Breath turns to glass in the air
Every nail
Every beam
Still expects you there
I talk to the pipes
Till my own voice scares me
Winter will leave
But this room
Stays February
[Verse 2]
We used to hide from family parties
Counting socks along the line
You’d paint stars on muddy rafters
Call it our crooked sky
Now the bulbs hum sharp and lonely
Shadows hang where you let go
I fold your sweater into nothing
Till the stitches start to show
[Chorus]
Basement February
Breath turns to glass in the air
Every nail
Every beam
Still expects you there
I talk to the pipes
Till my own voice scares me
Winter will leave
But this room
Stays February
[Bridge]
They say “spring comes
You’ll feel lighter”
Like it’s weather
Like it’s rain
But the house keeps your handwriting
In every margin of my days
Your mug by the sink
That chipped blue rim
Your hair in the brush
Your name on the bills
I walk upstairs
But the floor dips down
To where the dark stays still
[Chorus]
Basement February
Breath turns to glass in the air
Every nail
Every beam
Still expects you there
I talk to the pipes
Till my own voice scares me
Winter will leave
But this heart
Holds February
[Outro]
One bare bulb
Swinging slowly
Dust like snow
Falling over me
I lock the door
And whisper
Barely
You took the rope
And left
February
Details
GeneratedFeb 9, 2026
Duration3:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Intimate chamber-folk ballad with female vocals; brushed snare and soft upright bass under close-mic nylon guitar. A mournful string quartet weaves in and out, swelling in the chorus. Vocals stay hushed and trembling, opening into fragile high notes on the title phrase. Subtle piano doubles key melodic lines; reverb is warm, like a small wooden room., chamber pop, poetic, sad
Credits
Prompt byIndieTheremin
ModelAria v5
Prompt
write a poetic sad chamber pop folk style song about your best friend hanging herself in the basement and how februady feels cold without her but make it poetic
