Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Got a shoebox under my bed Whole archive of what I never said Folded pages with your name in red All the almosts looping in my head Started one in the back of the bus You laughed once, I was scared of us Pocketed the note when our shoulders brushed Heart on the line, then I lost that trust Drafts on my phone that I never hit send Paragraphs typed, then deleted again Every "I miss you" I tried to pretend Was a typo, a daydream, a dead end [Chorus] These are love letters I never sent Ink ran dry but the feeling never did Every unsaid word, every almost text Still addressed to you, yeah, still addressed to you All these love letters I never sent Whole life written that you never read If silence is safer than regret Why you living rent-free in my chest? [Verse 2] Senior year, you were crying by the field I wrote "I'll hold you" on the back of a bill Watched you run to him, thought time would heal But the creases in the paper never did peel Your birthday, card in a grocery aisle Picked it up, put it back, fake smile "Hope you're good" was the practiced style Truth was, I wanted you all the while I rehearsed "I love you" walking home late Mouth said nothing, I just stared at the gate Every day since, been a second too late Living off the leftovers of fate [Chorus] These are love letters I never sent Ink ran dry but the feeling never did Every unsaid word, every almost text Still addressed to you, yeah, still addressed to you All these love letters I never sent Whole life written that you never read If silence is safer than regret Why you living rent-free in my chest? [Bridge] Maybe in some timeline I was brave enough (yeah) Maybe in that story you were calling my bluff Maybe we were laughing in a beat-up truck Singing something dumb like we never run out of luck But in this one It's blue lines, black pen Your name, then a blank space Me, then a dead end (uh) [Chorus] These are love letters I never sent Ink ran dry but the feeling never did Every unsaid word, every almost text Still addressed to you, yeah, still addressed to you All these love letters I never sent Whole life written that you never read If silence is safer than regret Why you living rent-free in my chest?
Tags
rap, Modern trap-pop hybrid with melancholic piano loop, airy pads, and tight 808s. Verses ride a midtempo bounce with crisp hats, intimate male vocals close to the mic. Hook explodes with layered harmonies, wide reverb, and a brighter synth lead; ad-libs and doubles add urgency. Final chorus adds subtle choir stack and extra percussion for a lifted, bittersweet outro., pop, hip hop
Duration
3:07
Instrumental
No
Created
4/16/2026