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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Last train
Plastic coffee in my hand
Watching raindrops race along the glass
Twelve hours of strangers and static announcements
Just to hear you laugh for fifteen minutes
Your texts all sound like checkout lines
"Grab this
Do that
Be here by nine"
You kiss my neck
Then check your phone
I’m halfway home
Still feel alone
[Chorus]
I travel twelve hours to your door
But you only meet me halfway on the floor
You use my body
Not my name
I'm boarding planes
For someone who won't call it love
Who won't call it love
[Verse 2]
Your room still smells like summer wine
Records stacked
Our T-shirt on the line
You pull me close
Say "God
I missed you"
But your eyes look straight through my issue
I'm the secret key under your mat
The late-night call when you need to crash
You hold me like a borrowed shirt
Wear me out
Ignore the hurt
[Chorus]
I travel twelve hours to your door
But you only meet me halfway on the floor
You use my body
Not my name
I'm boarding planes
For someone who won't call it love
Who won't call it love
[Bridge]
If I was just a friend
Would you let me stay till ten?
Meet your mother
Meet your friends
Or do I vanish with the wind?
Two men tangled in your sheets
But only one of us believes
I deserve a little more
Than a midnight
Whispered "leave"
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 15, 2026
Duration4:23
LanguageEnglish
Style
Warm indie-soul ballad à la Bruno Major, male vocals. Fingerpicked jazz guitar and soft brushed drums set an intimate groove, with round upright bass and subtle Rhodes chords deepening the harmony. Verses stay conversational and close-mic’d; chorus blooms with stacked falsetto harmonies and gentle reverb. Sparse strings and a distant synth pad creep in on the bridge, then everything drops back to just guitar and voice for the final chorus, leaving a bittersweet afterglow.
Credits
Prompt by
princefojas
princefojasModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about being used and not being loved, needing to travel a entire 12 hours just to get to him, make it about a gay couple. Make it a aesthetic sonh, think like bruno major
