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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This key on my chain
Doesn’t fit like it did
Rust on the gate
Name on the lid
Mailbox leaning
Paint peeling off the eaves
I’m standing on the sidewalk
Where my house used to breathe
[Chorus]
Call it home
Call it lost
Call it used
Call it crossed
I gave you my rooms
You turned them to rooms you could leave
Now I miss what I had
I miss what we were
I’m haunting the hallways of a past I can’t unsee
Where my house used to be
[Verse 2]
Couch at your cousin’s
Chipped mug in a thrift store line
Our photo in a junk drawer
Someone else’s life on mine
You took the good plates
Left the crooked frames
I sleep in a stranger’s bed
Still whispering our names
[Chorus]
Call it home
Call it lost
Call it used
Call it tossed
I gave you my rooms
You turned them to rooms you could leave
Now I miss what I had
I miss what we were
I’m haunting the hallways of a past I can’t unsee
Where my house used to be
Details
GeneratedMar 8, 2026
Duration2:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
Acoustic indie ballad with male vocals, close-mic’d and fragile at first. Fingerpicked guitar and soft piano share the lead; subtle brushed snare and warm bass enter on the first chorus. Second chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a simple glockenspiel counter-melody. Intimate, lived‑in mix that leans into breath and string noise for raw nostalgia.
Credits
Prompt byElectricMaverick359
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Home lost miss used
