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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We had a drawer full of ticket stubs
Faded ink on the fridge door notes
Coffee cups with your name half rubbed
All our winter coats
Your sweater still on the second chair
Dust on the frame where your smile once stayed
How do you walk past all of that
Like it can be erased
[Chorus]
You act like our ghost years
Never touched your skin
Like we were a bad dream
You never let in
You move through the city
Like I was never here
You look through my body
Like glass
Like air
Like our ghost years
Never lived in you
But they’re haunted rooms
I’m still walking through
[Verse 2]
I see you twice at the grocery store
You study labels
You skip my eyes
You used to text me from this same aisle
Saying “pick the cheaper wine”
Your mother still sends a card in June
Writes both our names by accident
Funny how ink remembers us
When you say you don’t
You won’t
You can’t
[Chorus]
You act like our ghost years
Never touched your skin
Like we were a bad dream
You never let in
You move through the city
Like I was never here
You look through my body
Like glass
Like air
Like our ghost years
Never lived in you
But they’re haunted rooms
I’m still walking through
[Bridge]
Did you burn the shirts
The Sunday plans
The baby names written on your hand
The lists
The fights
The whispered “stay”
Did you throw our whole life away
I speak your name in an empty room
It hangs
It falls
It doesn’t move (oh)
You stay so quiet it’s almost loud
Silence heavier than truth
[Chorus]
You act like our ghost years
Never touched your skin
Like we were a bad dream
You never let in
You move through the city
Like I was never here
You look through my body
Like glass
Like air
Like our ghost years
Never lived in you
But they’re haunted rooms
I’m still walking through
Details
GeneratedMar 21, 2026
Duration3:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
Smoky deep house groove with warm sidechained pads, soft plucky synths, and a hypnotic bass line. Female vocals, intimate and close in the verses, opening into airy harmonies in the chorus. Subtle vocal chops echo key phrases. Slow-burn build, late-night club energy that stays restrained but emotionally heavy., deep house, female vocals
Credits
Prompt byDarkJet827
ModelAria v5
Prompt
deep house female voice stories about a woman who spent half her life with a man and now he pretends he doesn't know her, acts as if those years together never happened, doesn't speak or write
