[Intro — delicate music-box, soft electronic pulse] They told her, "You can be anything." So she became Very, very tired. [Verse 1 — close vocal, plucked synths] Seven-fifteen, she's running late, Mascara at a red light, coffee at eight, Once dreamed of dancing underneath the stars, Now she's circling Level Three looking for her car. Badge goes beep, Elevator goes ding, Forty little emails Before she's done a thing. Her manager says, "We're like family here." She smiles— That's slightly concerning, dear. [Pre-Chorus — filtered choir begins] She was promised independence, She was promised she'd be free, Nobody mentioned freedom Comes with meetings until three. And somewhere there's a castle, Or at least a two-bed place, And maybe there's a prince out there Who's also stuck in traffic on the way. [Chorus — bright, stacked vocals, swung claps] Someday my prince will swipe right, Someday we'll finally meet, Maybe he'll have health insurance And a reasonably steady week. We'll buy a little kingdom, Thirty years at six percent, Two children and a golden dog— If there's anything left after rent. [Gang vocals] Work all day! Dream all night! Everything will turn out right! Someday my prince will swipe— [bass drop] RIGHT. [Verse 2 — skittering beat, playful synth flourishes] Lunch is something microwaved, Retirement automatically saved, She contributes six percent To someday being seventy-eight. Her friends say, "Girl, don't settle!" Her mother says, "Don't wait too long!" The internet says, "Love yourself!" Her landlord says, "Your rent went up." She checks the app at half past nine: Adventure guy. Crypto guy. "Ask me about my grind." One prince sends— "hey." Lowercase. She closes the app for the day. [Pre-Chorus — glass arpeggios climbing] Maybe he's in accounting, Maybe he's delivering food, Maybe Prince Charming's somewhere Wondering what happened to his future too. Because nobody has a castle, Everybody has a loan, And we're all staring at little glowing mirrors Asking why we're still alone. [Chorus] Someday my prince will swipe right, Someday we'll finally meet, Maybe over frozen dinners After forty hours a week. We'll buy a little kingdom, Put some IKEA by the stairs, And call ourselves the lucky ones Because we somehow made it there. [Gang vocals] Clock goes tick! Years go by! Keep your little dream alive! Someday my prince will swipe— RIGHT. [Bridge — percussion disappears, eerie music-box] But what if the prince Is waiting too? What if he's sitting In some office with a view Thinking— "Wasn't life supposed to start by now?" What if nobody knows how? No wicked queen. No evil spell. No dragon guarding the wishing well. Just groceries, taxes, overtime, And two people trying to find the time. [Soft vocal] Maybe that's the modern fairy tale. Not being rescued. Just finding somebody Who's tired of doing it alone. [Final Chorus — cinematic, joyous but bittersweet] Someday my prince might swipe right, Or maybe we'll meet in line, Maybe he'll drop his coffee At exactly the perfect time. No castle in the distance, No servants gathered round, Just a little house we're paying off On the cheaper side of town. And we'll clock in, And clock out, And sometimes wonder what it's all about. But when midnight comes And nothing magical appears— We'll still have each other there. [Outro — music box + reversed choir] So she sets her alarm For seven-fifteen... Places her phone Beside the bed... And whispers— "Maybe tomorrow." [tiny chime] Ding. NEW MATCH.
