

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
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2/21/2026