Twin Flames Die Alone

[Verse 1]
You ask me
How often twin flames die alone
Like there’s some secret ledger
Kept in a quiet room somewhere
Was it pills on the nightstand
Water over open lungs
Or a shaking hand
One sharp sound
On an empty afternoon
[Chorus]
You say it’s never natural
That thing you call that fuckin suicide
Like the universe could not be cruel enough
On its own
In its own time
But hurt is still a hurricane
Whether it creeps or whether it collides
And love is not the rope
My friend
Love is not the knife
[Verse 2]
I’ve seen two chairs
Pressed close at visiting hours
One heart leaving cell by cell
The other learning how to stay
Seen bright eyes dim
Under blankets and machines
Nothing glamorous
Nothing sudden
Just the slow untying of a name
[Chorus]
You say it’s never natural
That thing you call that fuckin suicide
Like the universe could not be cruel enough
On its own
In its own time
But hurt is still a hurricane
Whether it creeps or whether it collides
And love is not the rope
My friend
Love is not the knife
[Bridge]
Maybe the better question
Is which twin flame stayed alive
Who kept breathing through the backlash
Who crawled back from the edge in their mind
Who chose rain checks over gravestones
Who let a stranger’s voice be a guide
(yeah, stay) just one more midnight
Stay
Just one more sunrise
[Chorus]
You say it’s never natural
That thing you call that fuckin suicide
But you are not a foregone story
You’re a hand that can still untie
Hurt can feel like hurricane
Still
You don’t have to step outside
’Cause love is not the rope
My friend
Love is not the knife
[Outro]
So wonder about twin flames
But don’t you bet on how you go
Call a name
Call a number
Call somebody
And choose
Tonight
To stay and grow

Sparse ambient piano, distant pads, male vocals in a hushed, intimate register. Verses spoken-sung with close-mic intimacy, choruses open into breathy layered harmonies and a soft sub that just nudges the chest. Reverb tails stretch between phrases, leaving space for the heaviness. Subtle reverse swells and filtered noise rise into a bridge, then everything strips back to bare voice and a single sustained chord for the final line., natural