

Prompt / Lyrics
I still say I love you like I mean it. And I do. But it don’t sound the same when I say it tired. I hold your hand without thinking. Kiss your cheek like it’s part of the checklist. Not cold — just… repetitive. I’m here. You’re here. But we’ve been here so long I forget what new felt like. Autopilot heart. Still beating. Still warm. Still pulling up the words, just not with the same fire that built them. You call it distance. I call it rhythm. You ask me what I’m thinking about. I say “nothing.” But really? It’s everything all at once. Mostly quiet stuff. Mostly dust. I still care. But my brain’s been buffering since last week. Love’s still in here. It’s just in sleep mode. Still working, but background only. Still trying to catch up to who I was when I was good at this. Autopilot heart. Not gone. Just… coasting. Still in the room. Still saying the right words. Still holding on — even if my grip got quieter. I’ve been tired in a way sleep don’t fix. Been missing you while looking right at you. Not because you’re distant — because I feel far from myself. I’m not empty. I’m… occupied. Worn down by everything that didn’t make it into our conversations. The weight I didn’t mention so you wouldn’t feel it too. And maybe that’s love, in its quieter form. Not loud declarations, but soft survival. Saying “I’m here” when it’d be easier to drift. Autopilot heart. Still checking in. Still tracing your name in my head like muscle memory. Still calling this home— even when it echoes. Maybe I don’t say it like I used to. But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel it just as much. I just don’t always have the right kind of silence to show it.
Tags
metal, post-grunge trap-metal, alt-mix
3:05
No
5/17/2025