Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Silver comb Braids pulled tight They teach me how to sit just right Balcony books and whispered spells Ink-stained hands they never tell I loose the arrow Watch it fly Through orchard fog and paper sky My mare remembers every turn We outrun what I’m meant to learn [Chorus] I was born to wear these velvet reins Soft on the skin Cut deep in the veins Smile like a statue Stand there and shine They drew my life as a dotted line But under the silk My heart still storms I bend I bleed I never quite form [Verse 2] They fit the dress They fix the date They toast the deal at the iron gate Candles count the breaths I take Each vow a thread I cannot break Tiny hands A cradle’s cry Names on a scroll I didn’t write I rock the future back to sleep Hide all my aching in the seams [Chorus] I was born to wear these velvet reins Soft on the skin Cut deep in the veins Smile like a statue Stand there and shine They drew my life as a dotted line But under the silk My heart still storms I bend I bleed I never quite form [Bridge] At night I trace The constellations Old wild maps of lost escape My fingers spark with every shape A quiet flame A quiet ache I see myself Bow drawn in shadow Riding hard through fields I named Somewhere a girl outruns this chain Somewhere she answers to her own name (oh) [Chorus] I was born to wear these velvet reins Soft on the skin Cut deep in the veins Pose in the frame they carved from stone Laugh like this courtyard feels like home But under the silk My heart still storms I bend I breathe I’m learning to form
Tags
folk, Emo-leaning indie folk with female vocals, close-mic’d and intimate. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft brushed snare, subtle upright bass. Verses stay hushed and story-driven; chorus swells with airy harmonies and distant choir pads, plus a mournful violin line shadowing the vocal melody. Final chorus strips back to voice and guitar, ending on a held, fragile note., emo
Duration
3:57
Instrumental
No
Created
4/4/2026