[Verse 1] Seventeen You wheezed once Then you sank on me White tile Hospital light on your cheeks You said "baby, breathe" But you couldn't breathe I was holding your coat and your rosary Begged every god I never believed Your hand slipped Right out my fingers Your perfume still on my t-shirt lingers Doctor talking like the TV news "Time of death"— I just stared at your shoes Wrote the number on a paper cup Like that could wake you up [Chorus] I lost my mama in my arms Seventeen, I watched you fall Now every word I never said Just echoes off these bedroom walls I talk to the ceiling like you still there Bleeding my heart in this midnight air I wanna tell you I was wrong But I think it's too late Too late for you to hear this song [Verse 2] You worked late Came home with your feet all sore Still laughed, still danced In the kitchen on that busted floor I snapped back Slamming doors like that proved something "Leave me alone" When all you wanted was my company You asked, "how was school?" I just scrolled, zoned out When you were fighting for breath I would've killed for one more shout One more "eat your food" One more "pull your jeans up straight" Now I argue with your ghost About the homework I ain't do today [Chorus] I lost my mama in my arms Seventeen, I watched you fall Now every word I never said Just echoes off these bedroom walls I talk to the ceiling like you still there Bleeding my heart in this midnight air I wanna tell you I was wrong But I think it's too late Too late for you to hear this song [Bridge] I say "I love you" into empty rooms (empty rooms) Fold your old sweater like it's holding you (holding you) If heaven got a window, do you see me pray? Or am I just talking to yesterday? [Chorus] I lost my mama in my arms Seventeen, I watched you fall Now every word I never said Just echoes off these bedroom walls I talk to the ceiling like you still there Bleeding my heart in this midnight air I hope somehow it hits your heart Even if you're far beyond So I rap these tears into the dark In case it's not too late Not too late for you to hear this song

rap, Moody piano-driven hip-hop ballad with male vocals; intimate, close-mic verses over sparse keys and warm sub-bass, then drums enter to lift the chorus. Hook opens into layered melodies and subtle gospel-style harmonies, with a late-song bridge that strips back to just piano and voice for raw impact before the final chorus hits harder.

Seventeen In My Arms