

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Cold cab window Rain on the glass again You say it’s nothing But your silence cuts my skin Half-read messages Typing, then backspace You pull your hoodie up Like you’re hiding from my face [Chorus] These are the sounds of pain Your key in the door, then you’re leaving Every slammed drawer, every deep breath you’re keeping The floorboard creak when you pace at 3 a.m. Yeah, these are the sounds of pain Your laugh turning sharp when you see me Every short word, every eye-roll you’re screaming I hear everything you don’t say In the sounds of pain [Verse 2] Uber on standby You scrolling streets to run Arguing softly So the neighbors think we’re fine You wear your distance Like that jacket I once owned You give me half a hug Then stare right through my phone [Chorus] These are the sounds of pain Your key in the door, then you’re leaving Every slammed drawer, every deep breath you’re keeping The floorboard creak when you pace at 3 a.m. Yeah, these are the sounds of pain Your laugh turning sharp when you see me Every short word, every eye-roll you’re screaming I hear everything you don’t say In the sounds of pain [Drum Solo] [drums tumble into rapid fills, hats stutter and choke, brief drops into silence before crashing back in] [Bridge] You used to hum in the kitchen Now it’s just plates on the sink You used to sing in the shower Now it’s just water and me overthinking (oh) I’m counting every little echo On these thin apartment walls ’Cause I can tell the way you’re leaving By the way your footsteps fall [Guitar Solo] [guitar bends and wails over a held chord, climbing, then choking off into a slow, aching phrase] [Chorus] These are the sounds of pain Your key in the door, then you’re leaving Every slammed drawer, every deep breath you’re keeping The floorboard creak when you pace at 3 a.m. Yeah, these are the sounds of pain Your laugh turning sharp when you see me Every short word, every eye-roll you’re screaming I hear everything you don’t say In the sounds of pain (oh) I hear everything you don’t say In the sounds of pain
Tags
rap, Moody NYC trap-pop fusion with male vocals, airy R&B chords over tight sub-heavy drums. Verses ride a sparse half-time groove; chorus swells with stacked harmonies and shimmering synth pads. Mid-song drum solo built from tumbling fills and stuttered hats, then a searing reverb-soaked guitar solo over a held chord bed before a final hook reprise., pop
4:08
No
4/18/2026