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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Fifteen
Counting mile markers
Like stitches in a too-tight dress
Stuffed your life in plastic boxes
Called it “fresh start
” called it “best”
New keys on the same old key ring
Same fear in a borrowed bed
You drew maps on wrinkled napkins
Never once looked back
Just fled
[Chorus]
I kept on running just to feel alive
Mistook every border for a brand-new sky
Thought if I was moving
I could not be caught
I didn’t break
I arrived when I stopped
[Verse 2]
Twenty-three in a basement sublet
Learning all the exits first
Memorizing stairwells
Shadows
Every face that might mean hurt
Thirty with a job and paycheck
Still sleeping with your shoes half-laced
Every box half-packed for leaving
Freedom tasted just like haste
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Forty hit like quiet thunder
Not a crash
Just softened sound
Cardboard towers in the hallway
Ticket pages scattered round
You sat down among the echoes
Let your shoulders finally drop
Felt your pulse still beat without a suitcase
[low vocal register] Felt the truth
That movement isn’t proof
You are allowed to stop
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 30, 2025
Duration3:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Sparse indie-folk ballad with female vocals; close-mic’d acoustic guitar and soft upright bass pulsing like a slow heartbeat. Verses stay intimate and conversational, brushed snare and distant organ pads easing in. Chorus widens with warm harmonies, tambourine swells, and a subtle pedal steel halo. Final section strips back to guitar and voice, leaving space for the last line to land in near silence.
Credits
Prompt byLyricMix472
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Colleen’s story is about survival through motion. From fifteen to forty, she kept moving to stay safe, mistaking distance for freedom. When she finally stopped, she didn’t break—she arrived., female
