A THOUSAND LITTLE DEATHS Verse 1 Rain writing obituaries Across the diner glass. White roses bleeding moonlight On a chrome altar table. Got a milkshake graveyard in my hands, Mascara rivers down my face. Funny how the end of the world Always looks like an ordinary place. Outside, the city’s humming Like a hymn nobody believes. Inside, I’m counting old scars Like rosary beads up my sleeve. ⸻ Pre-Chorus I’ve been a ghost. I’ve been a wreck. I’ve been every headline In my own head. ⸻ Chorus A thousand little deaths, A thousand little deaths. I wore them like pearls around my neck. A thousand little deaths, A thousand little deaths. And none of them could finish me yet. The city swears it watched me disappear, The mirror swears it watched me fall. A thousand little deaths, And somehow I survived them all. A thoussand little deaths, A thousand little…. ⸻ Verse 2 The moon hangs low like a cigarette burn Over the roofs and the radio towers. I used to think survival looked heroic. Turns out it mostly looks like hours. Hours spent staring at ceilings. Hours spent learning to stay. Hours spent dragging a heartbeat Through another goddamn day. The roses are dropping their petals now, Little white flags on the chrome. Funny how the things that nearly killed me Still try to call themselves home. ⸻ Pre-Chorus I’ve been the fire. I’ve been the smoke. I’ve been the punchline And the joke. ⸻ Chorus A thousand little deaths, A thousand little deaths. I wore them like pearls around my neck. A thousand little deaths, A thousand little deaths. And none of them could finish me yet. The city swears it watched me disappear, The mirror swears it watched me fall. A thousand little deaths, And somehow I survived them all. A thousand little deaths, A thousand… ⸻ Bridge The waitress turns the sign to CLOSED. The neon flickers red. The girl I was sits across from me And says: “Look. We’re still here.” ⸻ Breakdown Not every funeral gets flowers. Not every miracle gets wings. Sometimes healing looks like staying When every nerve is screaming: Leave. ⸻ Final Chorus A thousand little deaths, A thousand little deaths. I wore them like pearls around my neck. A thousand little deaths, A thousand little deaths. And none of them could finish me yet. The night still calls me by my old name, But she don’t live here anymore. A thousand little deaths. A thousand little deaths… And I’m still walking through the door. ⸻ Outro Rain on the window. White roses on chrome. A half-empty milkshake. The last booth in the diner. And a girl who finally learned That surviving Isn’t one big victory. It’s a thousand little deaths— And choosing tomorrow Every single time. Like a thousand llittle deaths, A thousand little… Deaths.
