Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I know your eye colour
Still see it when I close mine
You sleep with a light on
Said the dark feels like the wrong time
You hum that same chorus
Till the words drive everyone mad
Need comfort in busy crowds
Said it's quiet that makes you go bad
[Chorus]
We don't talk anymore
But I still know your middle name
Every shortcut on your way home
Every shirt you ruined in the rain
How can I know your favourite song
How your story always ends
And stand three feet from you in line
Like we're strangers again
[Verse 2]
You tap on your glass twice
When you're trying not to complain
You count all the exits
When you're sitting on a late train
You bite your tongue bloody
Rather lose than admit you care
I scroll past your birthday
Then stare at that blank message square
[Chorus]
We don't talk anymore
But I still know your middle name
Every shortcut on your way home
Every shirt you ruined in the rain
How can I know your favourite song
How your story always ends
And stand three feet from you in line
Like we're strangers again
[Bridge]
Funny how the silence
Still sounds just like you
I could list a hundred things
You'd rather die than ever live through
If I said "how are you?"
Would you look away or stay?
We built a whole world in a bedroom
Let it slip in a hallway
[Chorus]
We don't talk anymore
But I still know your middle name
Every crack in your kitchen mug
Every joke that took away pain
How can I know your favourite song
Every word
Every breath you steal
And walk past on a Sunday street
Like we were never real
Like we’re strangers again
Style
tender indie-pop ballad built on warm electric pianosubtle fingerstyle guitarand soft brushed drums; raspy british female vocals up close and confessionalverses kept hushed and intimatechorus lifting with airy harmonies and a lowpulsing bass; gentle reverb and a late-song swell of strings to heighten the ache before a stripped final linesleeplightfemale vocals
Prompt
we dont talk anymore. i know your eye colour, fav song, sleep with a light on, need comfort in busy crowds, your middle name. feels strange. raspy british female voice. strangers again.
Credits
Prompt by
Rin
RinGeneratedApr 2, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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