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Three grey bubbles blink, then drown. Your silence puts on a lab coat, proves nothing, calls it science. You leave me a playlist of broken agreements— same track, same skip, same sigh. You said I’d burn out by twenty-five. Look—still lit. Sorry to survive. I drink like I’m dodging sleep. Unpaid envelopes doze under the mat. The alarm swims past noon, and yet I’m here—mouth full of daylight, asking the old, sharp question: who do you want me to be? Too loud, and then too shut down. I overshare; you ask where I went. I keep it real till it grazes a nerve— suddenly I’m “too much,” as if the room has only one chair. You loved me unfiltered until the filter slipped and truth ran bitter. “Don’t make everything deep.” But I laugh like glass in the sun, cry on trains that smudge the city, throw out plans and beg loose change from the wind— at least my mouth doesn’t lie when it opens. Too bright, then dim too fast. “Be yourself,” you say, passing me a mask. Honest till honesty roughs your palm, then I’m “selfish,” and the word claps shut. Bold until boldness misbehaves. You hate my weather but wear it like perfume. I tried on every version you forgot— they all fit poorly. You blame the seamstress. You want fire but no smoke. You want thunder without the choke. You want wild with no mess. You want a storm in a floral dress. You liked the spark, not the heat. You liked the outline, not the beat. You want the girl, but not the fight. You want the art, but not the life. Too reckless; then far too tame. “Magic,” you call me, then curse my name. Kind, until I ask for a room of my own— suddenly “cold,” as if boundaries were winter. Soft one hour, sharp the next; my truth strikes metal, rings your bell. I could fold myself to fit your frame, crane into origami silence, or pour like smoke into your bottle— but even plastic remembers the shape of fire. You hate every version. You hate every version. This one stays. This one stays. This one— stays.
Instructional lyrics
[Verse 1: Lo-fi groove, close mic—sarcastic, conversational tone. Tight delivery.] You know I hate silence So why’d you ghost me mid-reply like it’s science? Left me watching dots just blink and fade And yeah, I know your reasons Same old playlist full of broken agreements You hit repeat like it’s a game you play You once said I’d burn out by twenty-five Guess I’m still here—sorry to survive Yeah, I drink like I’m dodging sleep Ghost my rent and still oversleep But tell me straight—who do you want me to be? [Chorus: Full drop—distorted bass, layered vocals, bold delivery.] 'Cause I’m too loud, and then I’m too shut down You say I overshare, then ask why I’m not around And I’m too real until I hit a nerve (Then I’m “too much”—like what do I deserve?) And I’m too chill, then I’m “crazy as hell” You hate my moods but you wear them well I tried on every version you forgot And somehow, somehow—you hate the fucking lot [Post-Chorus: Stripped beat, glitched vocal echoes—emotionally detached.] (You hate the fucking lot) You hate the wish, you hate the want You hate the fire, you hate it soft You hate, you hate (You hate, you hate…) [Verse 2: Groove returns—defiant tone, tighter rhythm and phrasing.] You loved me unfiltered Till the filter slipped and the truth hit bitter Now it’s “don’t go making everything deep” I laugh too loud I cry on trains I throw out plans, then beg for change But at least I’m not pretending when I speak You said, “You’re just too much to take” Then came back like, “Wait, that was a mistake” I know I’m not your calm, cool dream But I’m not built to play your silent queen So what now? What do you want from me? [Chorus: Chorus hits harder—extra harmonies, backing vocal responses.] 'Cause I’m too bright, and then I dim too fast You say “be yourself,” then wish I wore a mask And I’m too honest till the truth feels rough (Then I’m “selfish”—guess I’ve said enough) And I’m too bold, then I’m “hard to love” You hate when I break but don’t lift me up I gave you every version you forgot But still—still—you hate the fucking lot [Bridge: All instruments drop out—spoken word style, ambient pads swell beneath.] You want fire [pause] But no smoke [pause] You want thunder [pause] But no choke [pause] You want wild [pause] With no mess [pause] You want a storm [pause] In a floral dress [Bridge Refrain: Backing vocals return—emotional falsetto, harmonic layering.] (You liked the spark—but not the heat) (You liked the shape—but not the beat) (You want the girl—but not the fight) (You want the art—but not the life) [Chorus: Final chorus—starts raw, explodes halfway. Fresh final metaphor included.] 'Cause I’m too reckless, then I’m way too tame You say I’m “magic,” then you curse my name And I’m too kind until I ask for space (Then I’m “cold”—get that look off your face) And I’m too soft, then I’m sharp as hell You hate my truth but it rings your bell I could shrink and twist just to fit your frame But I won’t disappear to play your game [Outro: Sparse keys, layered whispers, soft fade—ghostly and unresolved.] You hate every version You hate every version (But this one’s staying…) (This one’s staying…) (This one’s staying…)
Song info
Alt-pop meets lo-fi soul with a confrontational twist. Gritty brushed swing drums, analog synth textures, and warm, detuned electric piano create a smoky late-night atmosphere. Vocals are dry, front-loaded, and intimate—raw and emotionally volatile. Background textures include vinyl crackle, ambient hiss, and subtle glitch effects. Choruses hit hard with distorted bass and layered harmonies, while post-choruses strip back to sparse beats with chopped vocal fragments and delay tails. The bridge isolates the vocal for maximum impact with ambient pads and whispered doubles. Emotional chaos meets rhythmic control—bedroom-pop that bites back.
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