Ophelia in the Static

[Intro] [Intro] Soft noise. Dead line. Somebody’s calling from the other side. [Verse 1] The room keeps hissing when nobody speaks, white fuzz blooming on the screen. I sit with flowers in a paper cup, each one named for what they mean. They made a war out of every hallway. They made a court out of every face. Nobody asked what it does to a girl when love turns into a case. My father’s voice is a snapped wire. Your promise is a signal gone thin. I keep hearing feet behind the curtain, but nobody comes in. I was not built for all this thunder. I was not dressed for their knives. They keep calling it honor and kingdom, I keep losing my life. [Chorus] Ophelia in the static, I’m still here. Can you hear me through the fear? Flowers in my pocket, water in my name. Ophelia in the static, don’t let me fade. [Verse 2] I tried to sing so the walls would soften, tried to laugh like the glass was whole. But the song came back with river on it, and the room went cold. Every man here has a reason. Every reason has a blade. I am tired of being evidence in a grief I never made. There’s rosemary near the windowsill, violets pressed under my tongue. Rue in the fold of my sleeve, and a hymn I never sung. If I sound far away, I am. If I sound calm, don’t believe. There are hands that never touch you and still teach you how to leave. [Chorus] Ophelia in the static, I’m still here. Can you hear me through the fear? Flowers in my pocket, water in my name. Ophelia in the static, don’t let me fade. [Bridge] Don’t make me pretty after I’m gone. Don’t pin my sorrow to anyone’s song. Don’t say I floated. Don’t say I slept. Say the whole room watched what the whole room kept. I was a daughter. I was a voice. I was a door without a choice. I was a girl in a house of plots. I was still breathing when they forgot. [Final Chorus] Ophelia in the static, I’m still here. Can you hear me through the fear? Flowers in my pocket, water in my name. Ophelia in the static, don’t let me fade. Ophelia in the static, thin as rain. Say I was real before the blame. If the signal breaks and the river takes me, Ophelia in the static, don’t let them make me. [Outro] Soft noise. Dead line. Somebody’s calling. No reply. [End]