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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You left your sweater on the chair
Coffee ring still on the table
Dust in the shape of your name
I don’t clean it
I don’t call you
I play your message in my head
Mouthing words you never said
Every silence feels rehearsed
Like you practiced every absence
[Pre-Chorus]
I held my breath
Till the room bent sideways
Till the light turned gray
And your shadow stayed
[Chorus]
I don’t love you anymore
That’s the story that I’m telling
To the mirror
To the ceiling
Till my throat goes sore
I don’t need you anymore
Hear it echo through the stairwell
Like a hymn I keep pretending
Till I don’t feel you
Anymore
[Verse 2]
Your cup still waiting in the sink
Lipstick trace a crooked halo
I walk around it every day
Like it’s holy
Like it saves me
My hands are shaking at the door
Keys still fit but not like before
Every lock inside my chest
Clicking slowly back to empty
[Pre-Chorus]
I count to ten
But the ache keeps climbing
Every number breaks
On your missing name
[Chorus]
I don’t love you anymore
That’s the story that I’m telling
To the mirror
To the ceiling
Till my throat goes sore
I don’t need you anymore
Hear it echo through the stairwell
Like a hymn I keep pretending
Till I don’t feel you
Anymore
[Bridge]
[Choir rising
Low and distant]
I won’t wait
I won’t wait
I won’t wait
(but I do, I do)
Let your ghosts
Leave my lungs
Leave my tongue
(tear you out, sing you through)
[Chorus]
I don’t love you anymore
That’s the story that I’m telling
To the rafters
To the heavens
Till my voice runs hoarse
I don’t need you anymore
Let the choir keep on singing
Till your name means almost nothing
Till I don’t feel you
Anymore
Details
GeneratedJan 30, 2026
Duration4:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
pop, Slow-bloom art-pop ballad with female vocals; close, fragile verse over distant organ swells and airy pads. Subtle piano and low drones support a long tension build into a widescreen, cinematic chorus with church-like choir harmonies and deep reverb. Second half adds pulsing toms, soaring background choir, and shimmering strings, ending on a stark, echoing vocal line., art pop, ballad, dream pop, slow
Credits
Prompt by
BLACKLARK
BLACKLARKModelAria v5
Prompt
Song: Don’t Love You Anymore
Ballad, art pop, Dream pop, despair, female, tension, build up, background Choir, church, slow start, cinematic atmosphere
