GIRL SHAPED GRAVEYARD (by Fanny Alexandra) [Verse 1] I learned young that fear can make me go quiet in a crowded room, How to fight self-destruction too Black sweater sleeves and bitten open lips in winter light, Trying to survive another night inside my mind Everybody said, “You’re just sensitive, you’ll grow out of it” Like pain was a phase and not a place I learned to live So I hid my sadness well, wore it close to the skin Till I couldn’t tell where the damage stopped and I began ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] I kept giving pieces of myself away Just to feel less lonely for a day ⸻ [Chorus] I’m a girl-shaped graveyard, baby Every love leaves flowers in me Every soft thing dies eventually Still I keep them buried gently Kiss me like you understand How heavy a human heart can get I’m a girl-shaped graveyard— and I haven’t finished blooming yet ⸻ [Verse 2] Now silence sits beside me like an old friend does No screaming fights, no smoke, no chaos left to touch And somehow peace hurts worse than anything before Like standing in the ruins of a house without a war There’s a ghost of seventeen still crying in my chest Mascara on the pillowcase, headphones, nicotine breath She thought being loved meant being slowly erased Now I see her everywhere in the mirror of my face ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] I spent years trying not to be “too dark” Now I miss the girl who still believed in her spark ⸻ [Chorus] I’m a girl-shaped graveyard, baby Every love leaves flowers in me Every soft thing dies eventually Still I keep them buried gently Kiss me like you understand How heavy a human heart can get I’m a girl-shaped graveyard— and I haven’t finished blooming yet ⸻ [Post-Chorus] There are roses in my ribcage Growing through the wreckage ⸻ [Bridge] Nobody tells you healing feels lonely too Like the world keeps moving while you learn how to move And God— I thought surviving would feel holy somehow But mostly it just feels like looking around At empty rooms At old texts At versions of yourself you couldn’t protect (build slowly) I carry every girl I used to be Like perfume, like dirt, like memory And maybe that’s the hardest part of growing up— You don’t lose the sadness You just learn which graves to water and which ones to stop digging up ⸻ [Final Chorus] I’m a girl-shaped graveyard, baby But the wildflowers still reach through me Every soft thing dies eventually— that doesn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful, baby Hold me like you finally understand Why my head still scares me sometimes I’m a girl-shaped graveyard— but I’m still alive inside ⸻ [Outro] And the ghosts don’t haunt me like they used to Now they just sing low in the background Like a choir Of every version of me that survived. I‘m a girl shaped graveyard, baby, A girl shaped graveyard… Girl shaped… graveyard… And I haven‘t finished blooming yet.
