

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – crackling vinyl + faint party noise under water] Yeah… remember that year? Everything felt… golden… then it just… [Verse 1 – lo-fi, almost spoken] Polaroids in the glovebox, edges turning brown, Your laugh still stuck in the aux cord of my old Honda. We slow-danced in the kitchen at 4 AM, Burner phone dying, fairy lights half dead. You wore my hoodie like it was forever, I swore we’d never be whatever “never” was. [Pre-Chorus – pitched-down, dreamy] Now the song’s on repeat but the room is empty, Funny how memories feel heavier than any body. [Chorus – hazy, aching] We were slow dancing in a burning room, Didn’t smell the smoke, didn’t see the doom. 2019, cheap wine, your head on my chest, Thought the world was ending, but it felt like the best. Now I’m just scrolling through ghosts on my phone, Slow dancing alone… to a song we outgrown. [Verse 2 – warped tape effect] Your voicemail still lives in the “maybe someday” folder, I play it when the silence gets louder. You said “call me when you’re sober,” I never did, Now I’m too sober and the nights don’t end. Same hoodie in the backseat, still smells like you, But the scent’s fading… just like we do. [Pre-Chorus – even lower] Guess we were kids playing house with real fire, Didn’t know love could expire. [Chorus – thicker reverb, almost crying] We were slow dancing in a burning room, Didn’t feel the heat, didn’t see the ruin. 2019, Polaroids turning to dust, We were so good at pretending it’d never rust. Now I’m just looping the parts where we smiled, Slow dancing in denial… for a while. [Bridge – stripped, just detuned piano + distant storm] If I could go back, I’d pause it at the chorus, Leave the song on repeat, ignore all the horrors. But time don’t work like that… does it? [Final Chorus – voice cracks, vinyl stops spinning] We were slow dancing in a burning room… And I still smell the smoke every time I miss you. 2019… you were my best mistake, Now the record’s scratched and the needle won’t play. I keep slow dancing alone in the glow, Of a phone screen that died… years ago. [Outro – tape slows, warbles, stops] …yeah guess that’s it (needle lift)
Tags
lo-fi R&B, warped vinyl crackle, detuned piano, distant 808s, pitched-down vocals, reverb-soaked melancholy, 69 BPM ()
3:13
No
11/14/2025