Castle

** Lyrics and Music Style ideas / prompting - LHT : The Left Hand Tree : ©️ ©TheLeftHandTree [Created with Suno AI] === === Castle === https://suno.com/@thelefthandtree https://open.spotify.com/artist/5YZwC61jMSuTjAlDC6Vm1K 💜 Thank you for your time in stopping by and checking out the track. 💜 ------------------------------ The curtains twitch like nerves, a tremor of gauze across the pane. Outside, some bird flexes its inherited route across spring sky, but inside she counts her own breath like currency, watching it mist the invisible bars. She’s not mad. Not entirely. Just a little exhausted by the company of herself, a monarch of a realm no one invades nor remembers to visit. She gave the drawbridge a name. Calls it Maybe Tomorrow. It hasn’t lowered in months. Walls made of polite silences, unfinished texts, cold cups of tea with their rim lines like failed marriages. Even the spoon has given up stirring. There’s dust on the plants. She tells herself that if she waters them, she’ll have to do the same for hope. Better not. Once she believed in kisses that landed like postmarks now even the mail forgets her street. Romance was a moth drawn to the flame of her, but she’s all cold bulb now, no heat, no hum. And safety? That packed up with the suitcase he didn’t know she watched him carry from behind the bannister. She made no noise. Not even a creak in the stair. The voice in her head is multilingual: it speaks Regret, Recital, Rewind. Some days it plays her mother, others it just plays. Over and over. The tiles in the bathroom have started to confess things in the condensation. Little phrases: You were difficult. You wanted too much. You’re safer like this. She knows the world is still turning because the light-slants (the preferred word) change shape across the hour like chess pieces repositioning a game she’s already lost. She keeps the windows locked. Not for danger, but because sometimes the idea of air feels intrusive. And yet, even queens crave rebellion. So she whispers to the sparrows, when they land like notes on the fence line, hoping one of them might carry word to the outside, where memory hasn’t yet moulded the castle stones. Where love or something like it might still know the way in. ------------------------------ ** Lyrics and Music Style ideas / prompting - LHT : The Left Hand Tree : ©️ ©TheLeftHandTree [Created with Suno AI]