Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Three beds in one small room Hand‑me‑down shoes by the door You took my cap I took your spoon We never kept score Same scraped knees Same summer dust Same late bus we always missed Swore the three of us Would always be like this [Chorus] Now there’s one empty chair at the table One voice missing from the fight We were three on the roof Unshakable Now I’m talking to the ceiling at night You were out there taking punches in the dark Calling it your war to win Brother I would’ve carried half your heart If you’d just let me in [Verse 2] You left home with a plastic bag And that laugh you wore like armor Said “Don’t wait up I’ll be back” But each year it got harder We heard stories Scraps of news You were sleeping where the city never rests Thought your storms were just a phase Didn’t see the weight inside your chest [Chorus] Now there’s one empty chair at the table One plate no one dares to touch We were three chasing trains Unbreakable How did distance grow this much? You were out there taking punches in the dark Calling it your war to win Brother I would’ve carried half your heart If you’d just let me in [Bridge] I keep your jacket on the back porch nail Still smells like smoke and rain I talk to it like you can hear me (you hear me, right?) I say your name I say your name [Chorus] There’s one empty chair at the table But you’re here in every fight We were three And in my memories we’re able To stay barefoot in that porch light You were out there taking punches in the dark Too proud to lean on kin Brother I’ll be holding up your part Till I see you again
Tags
Warm folk-pop with male vocals, fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft piano beds. Verses stay hushed and intimate; chorus lifts with light drums, roomy claps, and tight three-part harmonies to echo the “three brothers” theme. Subtle organ swells in the bridge, then strip back to vocal and guitar for the final chorus, ending on a held harmony and gentle guitar harmonics.
Duration
4:19
Instrumental
No
Created
2/20/2026