Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Empty chairs at Sunday dinner Three plates scraped Five turned cold Mama stirring up the silence Like it’s something she can hold One brother smells like last night One just folds his arms and stares One’s a ghost with his own babies Sends a picture Never cares [Chorus] We’re a broken frame on the mantle Smiles that cracked in the sun Brothers Sisters Strangers Calling blood But we all run Pass the pain like mashed potatoes Serve the secrets Bite your tongue Ghosts at the dinner table Saying nothing Then it’s done (oh-oh) [Verse 2] Sister swears she’s done for good now Says that word cut to the bone Other one keeps slamming doors hard Painting hurt in black cologne Baby of the house is princess Never learned to hear a “no” I’m the quiet one who watches Taking notes on letting go [Chorus] We’re a broken frame on the mantle Smiles that cracked in the sun Brothers Sisters Strangers Calling blood But we all run Pass the pain like mashed potatoes Serve the secrets Bite your tongue Ghosts at the dinner table Saying nothing Then it’s done [Bridge] Did we ever learn to say “I’m sorry”? (hey) Or just raise our shields and raise our glass I keep waiting for someone to reach me But the years just stack like dirty stacks [Chorus] We’re a broken frame on the mantle Smiles that cracked in the sun Brothers Sisters Strangers Calling blood But we all run Pass the pain like mashed potatoes Serve the secrets Bite your tongue Ghosts at the dinner table I’m still here But I feel numb
Tags
Moody indie-pop ballad with female vocals, fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft piano, brushed drums creeping in by the first chorus. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d; chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and warm bass. Subtle ambient pads and a distant electric guitar swell on the bridge, then everything drops back to voice and guitar for the final hook.
Duration
3:28
Instrumental
No
Created
4/6/2026