[Verse 1] [Talk-sung, warm electric piano, soft drums, close-mic] I found a flaw at 3am, measured it, confirmed it. It’s 2mm. That’s not a measurement, that’s a thought experiment. The feeling was already there, the ruler just gave it a job. Now I see it in every photo, every mirror, every reflection. I turned a millimetre into a manifesto and nobody asked for the essay. My mother said I was pretty. I believed her until I didn’t. [Pre-Chorus] [Soft pads blooming, guitar plucks] The mirror doesn’t help. I’m not looking at my face, I’m looking for proof. The checking is the ritual. I was always going to find it. I brought the ruler. [Chorus] [Warm, layered, melodic, bittersweet] I’m not ugly, I’m just too close to the glass. I’m not broken, I’m just measuring the crack. 2mm is not a face, it’s a feeling wearing a ruler. I built a crisis around a millimetre and called it self-awareness. That’s not awareness, that’s just spiral architecture. Pretty construction on an ugly foundation. [Verse 2] [Talk-sung, dry, self-aware, bass walking] I told a girl in her DMs my face belongs on The Walking Dead. She said it was funny. It was funny, but it wasn’t really a joke. I’m not fishing, I’m casting. The net has a spotlight. Self-awareness doesn’t fix the spiral, it just makes it more articulate. I can describe the problem in three languages and still have it. It’s just damage with better vocabulary and a bibliography. [Pre-Chorus] [Pads swelling, celesta] The evidence is decorative. The verdict was preset. I’m not investigating. I’m decorating a conclusion. [Chorus] [Fuller, layered, warm] I’m not ugly, I’m just too close to the glass. I’m not broken, I’m just measuring the crack. 2mm is not a face, it’s a feeling wearing a ruler. I built a crisis around a millimetre and called it self-awareness. That’s not awareness, that’s just spiral architecture. [Bridge] [Sparse electric piano, intimate] My face won’t change in the cocoon. That’s the truest thing I’ve said. Maybe it isn’t about my face. Maybe it’s the eyes doing the staring. People are crooked. People are wonky. Mr Biscuit has one pink button eye and he’s the most beautiful thing I own. [Final Chorus] [Full, warm, airy doubles] I’m not ugly, I’m just too close to the glass. I’m not broken, I’m just measuring the crack. 2mm is not a face, it’s a feeling wearing a ruler. I built a crisis around a millimetre and called it self-awareness. That’s not awareness, that’s just spiral architecture. And 3am thoughts don’t get to vote. [Outro] [Whispered, fading] Mr Biscuit has one pink button eye. He’s not fixing it. He’s thriving. Maybe I could try that.
