[Intro] [Soft inhale] [Off-key humming, music-box texture] [Verse 1] [Close-mic, conversational, amused] Blowing a fuse, Grabbing my knife — [Bright, friendly] (Hi.) You’re welcome. [Leaning in] You’re here just to lose Nine of your lives — [Shrug] Tell them. [Pre-Chorus 1] [Dreamy, drifting] Loving myself, At least someone’s in touch — Born in a shell — We died in a whale — [Deadpan whisper] (What the hell, it’s way too much) [Sharp inhale] [Chorus 1] (Shh), hold still. [Whispered] (Almost done.) [Snapping] Chill! [Calm again] Now you’ll feel What I feel. [Sweet] Paint a smile, Play your role — [Pitch-bend glitch] Pitch! Your pitch out of control. [Post-Chorus 1] [Breathy, rushed] Now — Kiss-me-like-you-kissed-her [Verse 2] [Flat, reciting] Changed my name, My faith, my skin. [Dry aside] Mental. Razor thin, Cut to fit in. [Hurt, genuinely asking] Wasn’t I gentle? [Pre-Chorus 2] [Fidgety, faster] Scratching my hands, Skipping the cracks, Faking the scripts — [Sweetly] “Lay back. Calm. Relax, pitch!” [Chorus 2] [Sing-song, mocking] Wake up, This is real. Now you can taste What I feel. Say her name. Play the role — [Voice cracking] I am out of control. [Post-Chorus 2] [Colder, slower] Kiss me like you kissed her. [Spat] Pitch! [Bridge] [Beat drops out, spoken, quiet whisper, no reverb] I was cutting my skin, Watching me dry. [Tiny laugh] The doctor wants to see me With his naked eye. [Long exhale] [Final Chorus] [Full, manic] Look — Over the hill. That’s what it takes To make you feel. [sinister, sarcastic] “What a night, Such a girl” — [Pitch-bend glitch] Pitch! My pitch out of control. [Outro] [Music stops] [Whispered, fragile] Kiss me — [Abrupt cut] [Whisper] Shh. [Silence] [End]
