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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You wore black to our poor-man’s wedding
Rust on the ring and the door
We drank from chipped old china
Said we’d never ask for more
Candle wax on the table
Your veil smelled like rain and smoke
You laughed as you filled my glass up
Said
“Here’s to every vow we broke”
[Chorus]
Raise the glass
Love
To the cruel little ending
To the lies on your lips
To the truth we kept bending
We were drowning in the bottle
Calling it a home
Two ghosts in the making
Too scared to die alone
[Verse 2]
You slipped out on a Sunday evening
Said the barstool needed you first
Came back with a stain on your collar
And a brand-new kind of thirst
I tasted him in your kisses
Cheap cologne and winter gin
You swore you were only lonely
But you wore that hunger thin
[Chorus]
Raise the glass
Love
To the cruel little ending
To the lies on your lips
To the truth we kept bending
We were drowning in the bottle
Calling it a home
Two ghosts in the making
Too scared to die alone
[Bridge]
I carved your name in the tabletop
You carved mine into your skin
We carved years off our bodies
Just to feel something again
One night the room stopped spinning
Your eyes went far and wide
You said
“Hold me
If you ever loved me”
I just watched our last drink slide
[Chorus]
Raise the glass
Love
To the cruel little ending
To the blood on your teeth
To the smile pretending
We were drowning in the bottle
Calling it a home
Two graves in the making
Too proud to die alone
[Outro]
Now I sip from the same cracked bottle
Talk to the chair where you sat
Each swallow pulls me under
Each breath
I don’t want back
When they find us in this silence
Dust on the wedding dress
They’ll say
“Here lie two lovers”
Who loved their poison best
Details
GeneratedFeb 1, 2026
Duration4:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Gothic folk ballad with male and female vocals in tight, eerie harmonies. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar in a slow, swaying waltz, framed by mournful dobro lines that cry between phrases. Verses stay hushed and intimate; choruses bloom with layered harmony like a ghostly choir in a stone chapel. Subtle upright bass and brushed snare deepen the graveyard pulse, ending on a sparse, chilling fade., acoustic, harmony, ballad
Credits
Prompt byIndieTheremin
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Gothic folk ballad. Haunting harmony vocals, weeping dobro, and acoustic guitar. Lyrics tell a tragic tale of two lovers drinking themselves to death, betrayal and sadness
