Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I wake up with the sun
And a question on my tongue
Do I run toward the clock
Or the thing I love the most?
Half my heart says move
Half my feet won’t choose
I’m staring at the door
While the minute hand cuts through
[Pre-Chorus]
I can feel it slipping
Feel it in my chest
Every road I picture
Leaves one more undone mess
And I keep looking back
Like the past might call my name
But it only holds my hand
Then it lets me walk away
[Chorus]
Borrowed time, borrowed time
I’m still trying to decide
Hold the fear, hold the flame
Both are talking at the same time
Borrowed time, borrowed time
I keep falling, then I rise
If I lose the past behind me
Will I find my life?
[Verse 2]
There’s a box of old old days
With the dust still on the frame
I touch them, then I pull away
Like they’re a wound I can’t explain
And the future feels like rain
On a roof I’ve never seen
It could wash me clean
Or leave me knee-deep in between
[Pre-Chorus]
I can feel it slipping
Feel it in my bones
What if I make the wrong turn
What if I stay alone?
But my hands are still my hands
And my fire still burns bright
Maybe love is not a map
Maybe love is how I fight
[Chorus]
Borrowed time, borrowed time
I’m still trying to decide
Hold the fear, hold the flame
Both are talking at the same time
Borrowed time, borrowed time
I keep falling, then I rise
If I lose the past behind me
Will I find my life?
[Bridge]
If I go back, I know
I’ll only find the same old ghosts
If I go forward blind
Maybe that’s the way it grows
So I breathe in all I’ve lost
And I breathe out what I fear
I don’t need the whole damn road
Just the next real step near
[Final Chorus]
Borrowed time, borrowed time
I’m still trying to decide
Hold the fear, hold the flame
Both are talking at the same time
Borrowed time, borrowed time
I won’t let my soul divide
If I lose the past behind me
I might find my life
Style
indie-pop with a midtempo swung groovecrisp kick and finger snaps in the verses; pre-chorus opens with stacked harmonies and rising synth blur; chorus lands wider with warm basshandclapsand a chanty hook. lead vocal stays intimate and close-micwith doubled lines on key phrases and soft ad-lib echoes. ear candy: reversed piano swells into each chorusa filtered tape-stop before the bridgeand sparkling chimes between lines. brightpolishedand aching.
Prompt
A song about life. — being unsure on what to do and joggling between time that is running out and doing what i really love. Being afraid about what the future brings and also going back to the past
Credits
Prompt byTurboDrum927
GeneratedMay 30, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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