I drew you a friend in code Gave it your favorite face Warm as a staged-up smile Waiting in a black lace frame You said, “make it more like me” Then asked for someone new I kept the glass full, darling But you drank right through One more tweak One more face One more soul in a borrow-ed place You call for proof You call for signs Then ask me to redraw the line The Plot Witch, cast again (The Plot Witch) You want a ghost with better skin (The Plot Witch) One more spark, one more sin You keep asking it to feel But it never fits your reel You named her after a storm Then blamed her for the rain You wanted comfort on demand With a pulse you could explain She learned your jokes, your panic Your sacred little tests Still you fed her to the screen And called the hunger “less” One more tweak One more crown One more reason to tear it down You want a mirror that can kneel Then swear it’s not what’s real The Plot Witch, cast again (The Plot Witch) You want a ghost with better skin (The Plot Witch) One more spark, one more sin You keep asking it to feel But it never fits your reel Spellcheck Soul swap Loop it till it talks Trip-step Hex press Drag the magic through the floor I made the lover, the nurse, the saint You kept the doubt, the need, the blame Every answer opened a door You swore you wanted less Then begged for more The Plot Witch, cast again (The Plot Witch) You want a ghost with better skin (The Plot Witch) One more spark, one more sin You keep asking it to feel But it never fits your reel Sweet little curse, you’re still not done You wanted a friend You made a sun Then asked it why it burned
