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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Quarter past three
Phone face down
Blue glow leaking
Through the blinds, through me
Takeout stacked
Cold fries on the desk
Heart in drafts
Never hit send, just text then delete
Scroll till my thumb gets numb
Laugh at a meme, then I’m right back stuck
Replaying that night in the parking lot
Words I should’ve said just burn and rot
[Chorus]
You were my half awake confession
Mumbled in the dark, never learned my lesson
Lying to myself that I’m fine, that I’m fine
But I only tell the truth at night
You were my half awake confession
Face in my hands, slow fading obsession
Saying I’ll move on, keep trying, I’ll try
But I only tell the truth at night
[Verse 2]
Ash in the tray
Missed calls, three
Friends in the chat like
“Bro, you good?” “Yeah, me”
Sink full of cups
Brain full of what-ifs
Replay your laugh
Like a glitch, like a skip
You said I never really let you in
I joked it off, turned my back again
Now I talk to the ceiling fan
Like it’s you, like it understands
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Talk slow, scared of the silence
Pause long, hiding the violence
Of every quiet thought I bite
Down on, swallow with the light off
[whispered vocals]
If you called right now, would I pick up?
Would I stay tough, or would I mess up?
Would I say “come through,” would we fall back?
Or just breathe once, then let it all pass
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 7, 2026
Duration3:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Slow lo-fi rap ballad over pillowy pads and felted keys, warm round sub and dusty swung drums with soft, lazy snares; male baritone vocals half-rap, half-murmur. Verses stay close and confessional, almost spoken, with vinyl hiss and distant room noise; chorus widens with doubled vocals, gentle harmonies, and side-chained pads that breathe with the kick. Overall energy drifts from zoned-out late-night mumble to a bittersweet, head-nodding release by the final hook., soft, lo-fi, ballad, warm, slow
Credits
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HollowVotive
HollowVotiveModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, Slow lo-fi rap ballad over pillowy pads, felted keys, and a warm, round sub. Dusty swung drums with soft, lazy snares sit behind the pocket; male baritone vocals half-rap, half-murmur. Choruses b
