

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Found your boots by the back door Laces still tied just right Coffee cup on the counter Lipstick ghost in the light Your Bible’s still on the nightstand Page marked where you stopped last fall You went quiet in that white room And I haven’t heard God at all [Chorus] If you’re in heaven I wanna fucking go there If you’re in hell Then drag my ass down too What’s this life worth when you’re not in it Every goddamn breath just aches for you I don’t care where the fuck they send me Long as I’m on the same side as you [Verse 2] Church folk bring me casseroles Say “the Lord just called you home” I drink whiskey in the bathroom Cuss His name under my breath alone I drive past your stone on Sundays Middle finger to that sky If there’s mercy in that blue shit Why the hell did you have to die [Chorus] If you’re in heaven I wanna fucking go there If you’re in hell Then drag my ass down too What’s this life worth when you’re not in it Every goddamn breath just aches for you I don’t care where the fuck they send me Long as I’m on the same side as you [Bridge] Some nights I floor it at the river bend Dare the dark to take the wheel Tell the moon “come on You coward” See if steel on bone can heal But your voice cuts through my madness “Baby Don’t you do that shit” So I slam the brakes and light a smoke And I stay here in this pit (oh fuck) [Instrumental] [Haunting steel guitar solo Fiddle answering in low Trembling lines] [Chorus] If you’re in heaven I wanna fucking go there If you’re in hell Then drag my ass down too What’s this life worth when you’re not in it Every goddamn breath just aches for you I don’t care where the fuck they send me Long as I’m on the same side as you [Outro] So I keep these gravel roads beneath me Till they turn to clouds or flames I’ll walk through angels Walk through demons Just to hear you say my name
Tags
folk, Dusty indie-country ballad with intimate male vocals, brushed kit, and low, woody acoustic guitar; mournful fiddle threads through verses, pedal steel bends like a slow cry. Chorus swells with stacked harmonies and kick drum heartbeat. Middle-eight opens into an eerie, reverb-soaked steel guitar solo that borders on psychedelic, then drops back to near-whispered vocal and sparse strums for the final hook., country, violin, sad
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1/17/2026