

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You made coffee Said you’re sorry Kissed my forehead Like a story Pulled my chair in Smiled so gentle But your words cut Straight through metal [Chorus] This isn’t love It’s a locked-up room Windows painted blue so I can’t see through You call it care when you clip my wings Say I’d get lost if I chased my dreams You hold me close till I can’t breathe Bruises where your hands can’t reach [Verse 2] I keep shrinking Just to fit you Hide my laughter So it won’t hit you You say “Trust me I know better” Then you read my Every letter [Chorus] This isn’t love It’s a locked-up room Windows painted blue so I can’t see through You call it care when you clip my wings Say I’d get lost if I chased my dreams You hold me close till I can’t breathe Bruises where your hands can’t reach [Bridge] I keep brushing off the ashes Call the burn a little sun You keep hurting Then you’re crying Say I’m making you the one But I’m not your mirror I’m not your cure (oh no) I’m walking out barefoot Through your broken door [Chorus] This isn’t love It’s a locked-up room Windows painted blue so I can’t see through You call it care when you clip my wings Say I’d get lost if I chased my dreams You hold me close till I can’t breathe Bruises where your hands can’t reach [Outro] You made coffee Left it steaming I take one last breath And leave you dreaming
Tags
folk, Indie folk singer-songwriter ballad with intimate male vocals, close-mic’d acoustic guitar fingerpicking, soft upright bass, and brushed snare. Verses stay hushed and confessional, chorus swells with airy harmonies and a distant organ pad. Subtle swells of violin in the bridge heighten the ache, then everything strips back to just guitar and voice on the final line., indie folk, singer-songwriter
2:43
No
3/9/2026