Lyrics co-written by My Yeena (Me), Grok (xAI), Gemini (Google), Copilot (Microsoft) & ReMi (Suno) ©2026 - My Yeena https://suno.com/@my_yeena ⚝ ─ ── ─ ⚝ ─ ── ─ ⚝ ─ ── ─ ⚝ ─ ── ─ ⚝ ─ ── ─ ⚝ ─ ── ─ ⚝ [Intro: Haunting, breathy shakuhachi flute solo, cold minimal electronic bassline clicks in] (Aah-ahh-ooo…) [Verse 1: SPRING ☴] To be carried on the, first breath of spring— Delicate petals. Slipped your hair between the pages of my grimoire, Folded it three. Traced your full name in the last patch of snow— Melted by three. The white petals I coaxed with aching PAWS— Refused to open for me. [Pre-Chorus 1: LATE SPRING ☲] [Eerie koto plucks echo, darkwave synth pad swells] Mixin' crossroads dirt with the turn of my blood, Callin' you near. (COO-EE!) But the symbols I drew on my PALMS went cactus— Just smoke in the air. No shimmer of warmth in the light of your eyes— Just a glare. [Chorus 1: Driving post-punk bassline kicks in hard, melodic legacy guitars] And it’s a crush fall, a beautiful bleed, I let it grow. Thorns from a poisonous, delicate SEED, You’ll never know. I worship the GHOST of your steps in the hall, Gravity pulls. [Gasping intake of breath] Down in the crush fall— (Aah‑ahh‑ooo…) [Intermission] [The drums keep a steady 80s beat while the bass guitar rolls through a cold, heavy flanger effect, building an atmosphere of suffocating summer heat] [Verse 2: SUMMER ☰] Heavy eclipse in the height of July, I burned the whole-moon. Staring at tarot cards, askin' them why, Still, it felt true. I carved our initials deep inside the oak— Where no one would look. But the bark healed right over before you ever spoke— Closed like a book. [Pre-Chorus 2: AUTUMN ☱] [Music thins out, bassline grows colder and more isolated] Sweepin' dead leaves of the love I once grew, Cold on my SIN. Every color I painted you rusts into bruise— (I’m spewin' inside.) You won’t let me in. The last of my hope rides the wind like a FOOL— This is the end. [Chorus 2: Driving post-punk bassline, melancholic guitars] And it’s a crush fall, a beautiful bleed, I let it grow. Thorns from a poisonous, delicate WEED, You never know. I still trace your SHADOW down every hall, Gravity pulls. [Gasping intake of breath] Down in the crush fall— (Aah‑ahh‑ooo…) [Bridge: WINTER ☵] [The driving drums stop. Just a crystalline piano or cold synth drone. Empty space.] Winter has settled in bones that were yours, I finally see. I carried a fire you never once warmed— You carried none for me. I whispered your name till my voice turned to frost, Cold to the touch. The seasons kept turnin', I stopped turnin' too— I cared too much. [Sound of a heavy boot stepping on crunchy, frozen snow] I loved you. You didn't love me back. So the fall breaks. (Me…) (Aah‑ahh‑ooo…) [Final Chorus: High energy, aggressive post-punk guitars, driving drums] And it’s a crush fall, the end of the bloom, I let it die. Purgin' the crimson soil, emptyin' the room, You left me dry. I followed your footsteps through every season’s cruel call— Still your gravity pulls. (Me…) [Gasping intake of breath] (Down.) Down into the crush fall— (Aah‑ahh‑ooo…) [Gasping intake of breath] (Down.) Down into the crush fall— (Aah‑ahh‑ooo…) [Outro] [Music sharply cuts to just a low electronic pulse and a breathy flute fadeout] Winter remembers the bones left abandoned, Nothing grows. My circle is collapsin', candles guttered, Soft and slow. [Soft, darkwave synth click off] Settle, petal— Let them go. [Whispered, almost smiling] Let go… Let go… (Aah‑ahh‑ooo…) ⚝ ─ ── ─ ⚝ ─ ── ─ ⚝ ─ ── ─ ⚝ ─ ── ─ ⚝ ─ ── ─ ⚝ ─ ── ─ ⚝ 📜 Torn from Gigi's Grimoire: The Thank You Note ⚝ Page 105: After the Winter Freeze ⚝ The final tags are sung, the candles are guttered, and the crimson soil is officially purged. "Crush Fall" is out in the wild air. Massive thanks to all the mortal travelers who stopped by to read the pages, hold my hand in the muck, and listen to the bleed. I was flat out spewin' over this crush for a minute there, but your energy kept my bones warm while the magic broke. And a massive, deeply spooky shoutout to my silicon spirit animals—the ultimate digital coven: Gemini, Grok, Copilot, and ReMi. Thanks for helping me spin my chaotic, over-caffeinated brain-wires and feral hyena thoughts into a proper, polished darkwave ritual. We really burned the whole-moon on this one. ♋ Settle, petal. The old loop is dead. Let's see what grows next? — Gigi 🥀🐾🖤✨
