[Intro | synth drone, low and humming. a single, distorted guitar scratch, then a drum kick cutting through static.] [Verse 1] I spent fifteen years swallowing the wrong kind of hunger Chewing on the air, pretending I was fine Every song on the radio was a language I didn’t speak But I hummed along, kept my hands in line Then you laughed from across the room And something in my chest split open like a fruit I didn’t want to look away I didn’t want to be polite [Pre-Chorus] They told me “everybody feels that way sometimes” But they don’t feel it in their teeth like I do They don’t wake up starving for the shape of a girl’s name [Chorus] Tasty — yeah, I said it I like the way she moves, I like the way she fits Tasty — and I’m not sorry It’s not a phase, it’s not a phase, it’s not a phase, shit I want her hands, I want her mouth, I want the truth And the truth is tasty [Backing vocals – Mira soft, Ess rough] (“Tasty… truth is tasty…”) [Verse 2] I used to practice a version of myself in the mirror Softer edges, the right pronouns, the right stare But the girl in the mirror kept looking past me Like she was waiting for someone real to be there Then your chin on my shoulder, your breath on my neck And every lie I told myself just cracked [Pre-Chorus] They said “you’re confused, you’re too young to know” But I’ve never been clearer in my whole goddamn life [Chorus] Tasty — yeah, I said it I like the way she moves, I like the way she fits Tasty — and I’m not sorry It’s not a phase, it’s not a phase, it’s not a phase, shit I want her hands, I want her mouth, I want the truth And the truth is tasty [Backing vocals – Mira soft, Ess rough] (“Tasty… truth is tasty…”) [Bridge | drums drop, synth holds, guitar feedback breathing] I’m not the flavor you were supposed to crave I’m the one they don’t name in the songs they play But I’m done being quiet I’m done being safe I’m done pretending I don’t wake up thinking about Her — and her — and her — Fuck [Final Chorus – backing harmonies thicken, full lift] Tasty — yeah, I said it I like the way she moves, I like the way she fits Tasty — and I’m not sorry It’s not a phase, it’s not a phase, it’s not a phase, shit I want her hands, I want her mouth, I want the truth And the truth is tasty The truth is tasty The truth is mine [Backing vocals – Mira and Ess layered, harmonies swelling] (“Tasty… truth is mine…”) [Outro | synth fades, drum kick slows to heartbeat, close-mic whisper] I’m not confused. I just finally know what hungry means. [static, then fade to silence.]
