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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You drain my days
Chewed-up hours in your teeth
Every promise
Just a leash around my speech
Haunted hallway
Your name scratched into the paint
All my reasons
Bent and broken at the waist
[Pre-Chorus]
I tell myself
This is the last time
Last time
But my hands shake
Reaching like they’re not mine
[Chorus]
I’m addicted
To the hurt you hand me
To the way you strand me
In a room that smells like you
I’m addicted
To the push then vanish
To the slow
Sweet damage
I keep crawling back to you
Yeah
I’m twisted
But I’m addicted
[Verse 2]
You leave me scraps
Tiny crumbs of something kind
I call it hope
You just call it killing time
You say “relax”
While you tighten every thread
I say “I’m fine”
But I’m circling the drain instead
[Pre-Chorus]
I tell my friends
I’m already over
Over
But my pulse jumps
Every time you come closer
[Chorus]
I’m addicted
To the hurt you hand me
To the way you strand me
In a room that smells like you
I’m addicted
To the push then vanish
To the slow
Sweet damage
I keep crawling back to you
Yeah
I’m twisted
But I’m addicted
[Bridge]
Who am I
When you pull the plug on this illusion
Would I die
Or finally wake up from confusion
Every cell
Screaming for one more collision
You’re my hell
Dressed up like a perfect vision (oh)
[Chorus]
I’m addicted
To the hurt you hand me
To the way you strand me
In a room that smells like you
I’m addicted
To the push then vanish
To the slow
Sweet damage
I keep crawling back to you
Yeah
I’m twisted
Yeah
I’m sick with it
But I’m addicted
Details
GeneratedFeb 6, 2026
Duration3:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
pop, Dark art-pop alt track with male vocals, processed but intelligible autotune, and a menacing low-end swell. Start sparse with pulsing sub-bass and tiny glitch percussion; verses feel claustrophobic with distant pads and whispered doubles. Pre-chorus climbs in tension with rising synth arpeggios, then the chorus slams in wide and cinematic, layered harmonies and distorted backing shouts. Final chorus pushes the vocal into desperate, cracked territory, then cuts to a lonely filtered bass throb on the last word., art pop, clean
Credits
Prompt by
JOREN
JORENModelAria v5
Prompt
Mad , art pop, alt pop, despair, male,dark pop, build up,bass,autotune,clean voice,(NO COFFEE, HOODIE OR COAT,LIPSTICK)
Song: ADDICTED
