SOCIAL PARALYSIS [Intro] Flashbulb heartbeat. Lip gloss, nicotine, cheap divinity. Friday night in a silver dress disaster. Everybody looks immortal in the bathroom mirror. I practice my smile like a party trick— teeth white, eyes gone static. ⸻ [Verse 1] Velvet rope around my throat again, high heels clicking like a countdown hymn. Perfume clouds and predatory grins, every stranger wears somebody else’s skin. My friends dissolve in the strobe-light haze, kiss-kiss cheeks and cocaine confidence. I hold my drink like a crucifix, trying not to look too obvious. God, I love the way they move so careless— all glitter blood and perfect arrogance. Meanwhile I’m rehearsing every sentence like the room’s a loaded gun. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Oh, I know the choreography— laugh on cue, don’t spill your tragedy. Everybody’s touching everybody else so easily… Meanwhile I’m in the corner romanticizing disappearing. ⸻ [Chorus] Social paralysis… kiss me like I’m famous for this. Dancefloor exorcism, velvet exorcism— everybody’s beautiful and numb. Social paralysis… lipstick on the rim of my glass again. Smile for the flash, baby, fake it fabulous— everybody’s watching, nobody gives a shit. La-la-love the aesthetic, hate the experience. La-la-love the nightlife, hate my nervous system. Social paralysis… social paralysis… ⸻ [Post-Chorus] Hands up, lights down, heart attack glamour. Hands up, lights down, heart attack glamour. Everybody dance like they’re dying younger. ⸻ [Verse 2] Bathroom line confessionals at 2 AM, girls in sequins crying over businessmen. Somebody says, “You’re so mysterious,” which is ironic ‘cause I’m just terrified. I watch myself inside the mirror ball— fragmented, silver, cinematic. Like if I turn enough into a concept, maybe I won’t have to feel human. There’s a boy with saints tattooed on his neck, says, “Why so quiet?” with a cigarette grin. I almost tell him I was born like this— half ghost, half overthinking. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Oh, everybody here’s a performance art piece, angel wings in ambulance lighting. And if confidence is chemical, then somebody spike my bloodstream. ⸻ [Chorus] Social paralysis… kiss me like I’m famous for this. Dancefloor exorcism, velvet exorcism— everybody’s beautiful and numb. Social paralysis… lipstick on the rim of my glass again. Smile for the flash, baby, fake it fabulous— everybody’s watching, nobody gives a shit. La-la-love the aesthetic, hate the experience. La-la-love the nightlife, hate my nervous system. Social paralysis… social paralysis… ⸻ [Bridge] I came here to feel alive— now I’m hiding in fluorescent light. Black mascara, bathroom tile, talking myself out of leaving early. It’s funny— I spent all week scared to be alone, now I’m drowning in a crowded room wearing leather like emotional armor. ⸻ [Final Chorus] Social paralysis… cathedral eyeliner, serotonin deficit. Slow-motion bodies in a pop-song apocalypse, everybody’s holy for a night like this. Social paralysis… sweat-shine halo on my collarbones. Dance until the fear looks elegant, kiss until the panic turns cinematic. La-la-love the music, hate the small talk. La-la-love the strangers, hate my own thoughts. Social paralysis… social paralysis… ⸻ [Outro] Flashbulb heartbeat. Friday night, artificial heaven. Everybody leaves with somebody. I leave with my reflection.
