[Verse 1 – Spoken Rap, Minimal Beat] I don’t need a queen or a movie-screen angel, Just someone with edges, a little dismantled. I got space in my chest where the cold likes to curl, Been saving it up for the right kind of girl. Not a savior, not a saint — Not a flawless frame with a frozen face. I want the kind of girl who forgets where she parked, Who hums to sad songs when the days get dark. I’m not asking for perfect, I’m asking for real. Someone I can hold when the world won't heal. If you’ve been waiting too, maybe we rhyme, Maybe your outline’s been pressed into mine. [Hook – Sung / Haunting Melodic] If you’re out there, flick your light, I’ve been walking with ghosts just to make it through night. Not looking for flawless, I’m looking for true, And I’ve carved out a space, that space looks like you. Yeah, I’ve carved out a space… that feels like you. [Verse 2 – Faster Flow, Glitchy Beat] Maybe you snort when you laugh — that’s gold. Maybe your hair won't do what it’s told. Maybe you dance like the floor’s on fire, And cry when the pressure pulls the wire. I want your baggage — I’ll carry the weight, 'Cause mine’s heavy too, let’s get out of this state. Two messes in motion, still trying to cope, But I see you in vapor, in fragments of hope. You’re the maybe I pray for, the one I don’t know, But I whisper your name in a voice that won't show. And maybe you’re scared to be seen that deep, But I’ll hold every tear that you’re too tired to keep. [Hook – Sung, With Layered Harmonies] If you’re out there, flick your light, I’ve been choking on dreams in the dead of the night. Not waiting for perfect, just someone who knew, That my cracked-open chest has a place just for you. Yeah, my cracked-open chest has a place just for you. [Bridge – Spoken, Whispered Start to Angsty Build] I don’t want a poem — I want skin and scars, And stories and silence and late-night guitars. I want to show you the parts I don’t share, Where the grief turns to gold if someone just cares. (shouts rise) So if you feel me — through static or strain, If your heart beats crooked from too much pain, Come find me — before I fade from view — I’m not whole, but I’m ready to be held by you. [Final Hook – Full Volume, Anthemic] If you’re out there, flick your light, I’ve been dreaming your outline in smoke every night. Not flawless, not fiction, just painfully true, And if you’re still missing — then I’m missing you too. Yeah, if you’re still missing… Then I’m missing you too.
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